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“… shackled spread-eagle on a bed. He buries his nose in her cunt and rubs her wet pussy. Then she’s strapped into a rudimentary gyn chair, made, designed, and dubbed the “frog bench” by PD. In it she is caned, and flogged. A fucking machine grinds into her cunt. A vibrator, clamped onto a metal arm, eats her clit. She comes. And the machine? It just keeps fucking, faster. Harder. PD leaves her that way, at the mercy of the machines. But he’s not done with her yet …”

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“… The metal chastity belt paired with extravagant metal and chain restraint creates an exploration of metal versus flesh, the pain of prolonged metal encasement, and the crushing of the will. At first, Ginger argues with her boyfriend, reassuring him, “He’s going to take it off,” she says. A minute later she’s standing in front of PD. “Pissing is painful,” she tells him. “And messy.” She lifts her skirt to show the metal chastity belt locked tight over her pussy. Before long, she’s decked out in metal, painfully shackled and chained. Holding a vibrator to her clit. PD wickedly allows her to come but forbids her to move. After a short ride on Mr. Pogo, Ginger’s locked into a harsh position. As she comes again, she moans and cries out. It’s impossible to tell if it’s from pleasure or pain …”

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“… A metal post fitted with a neck shackle, bilbos, toe and thumb bondage, metal stocks, painful whipping, tit clamps, ass hook, and the bed of spikes. He chains a metal pipe into her mouth for forced drinking. And Melody immerses herself. Innovative and exciting, it’s like watching the private play of two remarkable individuals that love BDSM. It’s a part of me, Melody says. It comes natural …”

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“… She’s chained between two posts and blindfolded. She can either stand on her tiptoes or step up onto a bar, which forces her into a stooping position. As he canes her – at first single strokes, but then a succession of rapid stinging blows – she moves back and forth. He orders her to stand on the bar and spread her legs. Her ass sticks out, perfectly displayed. A cattle prod touches her body, first here, then there. She jerks with each shock, never knowing where he’ll hurt her next. Then he shocks her pussy. A nasty jolt. He canes her again, whacking away at any inch of flesh that suits his fancy …”

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The Farm – the Holy Grail of Bondage, Cherry says. PD has just removed her from a cage after her night spent with the Pear inside of her. Now she wears metal high heels screwed to the floor. It’s just the beginning of a long ordeal. Metal cock cranked into her cunt, pussy hook, wrists and neck shackled to the floor, her tits tied until they go blue. And the finale, she’s on her knees locked onto his torture table. She’s milked, hook in her ass, the fucking machine, Mr. Pogo in her mouth, cum on her face, and a huge orgasm. The Holy Grail of bondage. . . Her mascara runs.

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When I was browsing InfernalRestraints I caught myself thinking that the settings, the devices and the tortures made me plunge into dismal and sinister atmosphere of medieval times. I was so impressed by everything I had seen, that I even imagined experiencing the action and mechanisms for myself.