I settled in to the corner of the studio to watch Damon guest direct this shoot with Sara Faye. I knew he would do a good job, but I had no idea that he would do such an amazing job that I would consider it to be one of the best shoots, if not the best shoot to appear on Device Bondage to date. Every scene is intense and riveting. Don’t even think about skimming this one.

DragonLily says she likes bondage at home, but like so many girls that come through the studio she finds it easier to gain satisfaction at a shoot. She certainly gets what she came for.

Her eyes are nervous with anticipation. She waits and waits, helpless and desperate. When he comes back she is so eager to please, and when the time comes she orgasms easily, curling her toes and gasping. Her eyes constantly look around, curious for what will come next. Her breathing is heavy, matching the intensity of her situation.

On her knees, her back forced to arch, Cyd strategically clamps her nipples and pulls them upwards, exposing the sensitive underside of her breasts. He can strike at them easier with a cane this way.

After her breasts are tormented, DragonLily is on all fours, shackled down wrists, ankles, and torso, her head pulled all the way back to an ass hook. Completely immobilized, the intensity of her orgasms overwhelm her, nearly causing her to lose consciousness.

Shackled to a post, she wriggles around, trying in vain to adjust herself in her uncomfortable crouching position. She likes to play to the camera, exaggerating her movements. When I call her on it, she admits as much. She says struggling is fun. I listen to her talk about herself, distracted; my mind is on what I can do to make this harder for her. I want to make her struggle for real. I tell her to take off her heels so she has to crouch on the balls of her feet. Now she’s suffering. She quickly requests the vibrator. I can tell she’s used to being in control of her scenes. She won’t be in control today. I tell her the vibrator will wait. She can come if she works for it.

The discomfort of Darling’s initial position is nothing compared to what is coming to her. I play with her flesh, easily reddening and welting its pallor. Finally she’s been through enough to earn an orgasm. She’ll have to beg for it and describe it before I let her have it though.

Before she has a chance to recover, I strap her into a chair I built. It’s designed to keep her thighs spread as far apart as humanly possible. She looks lovely in the gasmask I put on her face, and I enjoy hearing her struggle for each labored breath. I place fucking machine between her legs and listen to her muffled cries. I make her cry and I make her sing. I make her uncomfortable, mark her body, and make her dance for me. She does everything I tell her to. She is obedient because she is aching to come again now….her whole body begs for it.

Claire is a well known switch with a long history of working with Cyd. She gets off on extreme restraint and severe bondage and smiles when she hears what her shoot has in store. Claire projects strength and self-confident in her actions. She is disciplined in dealing with pain and discomfort. Cyd likes nothing more than peel ing back her protective layer bit by bit, to where the poker face melts off and the vulnerability runs wild.

A seductive latex striptease is followed by an examination of some new piercing. Claire is made to lock herself in a collar and handcuffs. Her movements are confident and it is obvious that she wants to please. She is chained to the ceiling with her neck and wrists in a fiddle. She struggles in her heels to get away from the cane, her ankles held wide apart by a spreader bar. Cyd offers to stop the pain if she can stay still for only ten strokes, but soon another bargain is made - relief in one spot in exchange for more pain in another. The removal of her shoes makes her predicament more difficult to endure, but Claire is stubborn. She claims it “doesn’t suck enough yet.” Music to Cyd’s ears.

Afterwards, her reward is the vibrator and her breathing becomes rasping gasps and screams as she comes. Claire’s eyes show only her will to endure as she struggles to make it through her ordeal astride a wooden pony and she manages to come hard from an amazing chest slapping session. Another uncomfortable contortion, followed by a flogging, a butt plug and inflatable dildo complete this set. Although she screams and begs, Claire will never tell you to stop.

A self-proclaimed painslut, Ariel X promises that she can take whatever is dished out. She says she loves intense orgasms and finds that when she comes in bondage it is especially good.

She learns that if she wants to come during this shoot, she’s going to have to earn it. Her knees are in agonizing in pain with both legs strapped tightly down to hard wooden boards. Her hands grasp at the air helplessly, cinched behind her back with tight leather straps. A pulley attached to her wrists provides little support for her upper body. Fulfilling her vow to take what is dished out to her, Ariel X endures intense spanking, flogging, foot torture, singletailing, and one uncomfortable position after another. It turns out she was telling the truth about how much she enjoys orgasms in bondage.

Later, when the ass hook tied to her hair, Ariel X begs to be let down. With a sadistic chuckle, Cyd obliges. But these things come with a price and the girl soon finds herself gagging on a cock before it is buried in her pussy. Pair this with the vibrator and Ariel X’s contorted body writhes in orgasm - the reward she has earned for her endurance.

I’ve been looking forward to this shoot ever since I left the last one. My previous experience was so deliciously hot that the wait to come back was torturous. With my neck and wrists in a fiddle and my ankles shackled and chained to back of my neck, pulling my neck head in an awkward angle it begins. I am lying on my stomach, hip bones and elbows digging into the harsh wood and I can’t seem to get comfortable. I try rolling on my side, which makes my elbows feel momentarily better, but I am still straining to find that unattainable tolerable position. Cyd begins the interview with me like this and I feel my excitement begin to rise as we discuss the possibilities of the day. I will get to do a scene in my favorite set, a dingy old public bathroom. I am overjoyed at the suggestion of an enema. That kind of humiliation gets me wet just thinking about it.

It is dark and cramped. I must be in some sort of box. My head is smashed against a wall in front of me and my feet scrape the wall behind me. I am restrained by leather straps which keep my body curled into a little ball. Two dildos protrude from what I can only assume is the wall right behind me. One is shoved deep in my already dripping pussy and the other is stuffed in my ass. The box begins to move, jolting and bumping along as though it is rolling over uneven ground. It sounds like there are things in the box with me, below my head, that are rattling around as we move. I make small noises and try to cry out through the gag in my mouth. Suddenly there is a blinding light. The doors to my little box have been flung open and he appears and begins to pet my head in an almost tender way. He produces a pulley and attaches it to a point in the ceiling. I frown, confused. What could he be planning? I don’t have to wait long to find out, as he hooks the pulley to one of the leather straps binding me and I am quickly suspended from the ceiling, dangling like a piece of meat on a fishing line. Exposed completely and at his mercy. Eventually he lowers me onto a cart, unhooks me, and wheels me away.

To fulfill my fantasy in the filthy bathroom, I am bound and gagged on the cold floor. It is pitch black, save for one harsh light blinding any hope i may have of seeing my surroundings. He smokes a cigar and waves it around in my face. The excitement of not knowing what will happen next is turning me on to unbelievable extents. Then something is shoved in my ass. It gets frighteningly hot, then cools again. It is thrilling and terrifying all at once, and my excitement grows. I want more. But I am quickly left alone on the floor.

Lorelei is no stranger to bondage. She has done some of the most intense on-camera BDSM scenes ever filmed. Perhaps this is what makes Cyd push the limits with the severity of Lorelei’s shoot.

She starts off on all fours. A metal collar around her neck is held in place by chains going off in four different directions. Chains hold her wrists and ankles in place with metal cuffs while a metal belt around her waist forces her back down and her ass up. She is already wet and nothing has even happened yet. Cyd begins to cane her ass and she cries out in muffled sobs, her eyes wide with surprise at the severity of her punishment. She finds the metal allows her no motion as red marks swell up on her ass. But Lorelei’s pussy gives her away; it is dripping and hot. Next, the singletail adds just a dash of stinging pain to her welts. As a reward she gets the attitude adjuster deep in her cunt and the vibrator increases the stimulation until she can’t hold back any more. She knows her place, asking politely to come. Her reward doesn’t last long. An ass hook is thrust into her anus and her asshole is chained tightly to a pole above her head, leaving her even more immobilized than she thought possible.

Now leather straps bind her legs apart, arms up in the air. Her tits & pussy are flogged as Lorelei’s gaze remains steadily on the floor. She can handle pain, but something in her face says perhaps this was a bit more than she was expecting. Clothespins pinch tender bits of flesh on her breasts, torso, and pussy and Lorelei lets out shaky moans through her gag. She holds her own, challenging him in the depths of her eyes. So he raises it a notch, ripping off all the clothespins at once, leaving Lorelei to come in a drooling, moaning heap. He’s won again.

Later on, Lorelei finds herself face down again, strapped to a sawhorse. She is skewered like a pig, stuck fast, with one pole down her throat and another in her cunt. Lorelei’s still-tender ass is flogged once again. She cries and fights through the gag, wiggling her feet in defiance, but they are the only thing she can move. Nosehooks are the final humiliation, and yet still there is a challenging look in her eyes.

Tawni is a spunky blonde who has been a stripper for 5 years and a porn star for several months. She likes bondage a lot but claims she can’t trust anyone to do it in her personal life. She likes being marked and bruised, and she even put in a specific request to be booked for a Device Bondage shoot.

Things begin when Tawni is strapped spread eagle to a steel chair. A clear harness gag smears her pretty red lipstick all over her face. Her dress is roughly cut off with a knife and her breasts are covered with clothespins to be used as single tail target practice.

Tawni has had a long week and is tires quickly. She looks nervous, and that just makes Cyd feel more sadistic. Adding nipple clamps and weights makes Tawni’s breathing heavier before her hair is pulled back and tied to the chains behind her, forcing her head backwards in a delicious arc. She is caned lightly, and relieved with a vibrator induced orgasm that stiffens her body as she screams in pleasure. Cyd pulls her nose upwards with a painful nose clamp and ties it off, leaving her to recover from her orgasm in this humiliation fashion.

Later Tawni finds herself steer tied on a box, wrists to ankles, laying on her side. Two of her holes are stuffed full by poles that keep her fixed in place. She is left with the eroscillator attached to her clit to torture her for a while with its pleasurable vibrations that soon turn to pain when left in place for too long. She tries to take her mind off it by fucking herself on a dildo attached to a pike and comes over and over again until she is nothing more than a quivering heap.

Christina Carter is a well established bondage model who likes to have her limits tested. She gets off on intense floggings and a skillful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Groaning with agony as she is strapped down to a box, hogtied, with her chin forced up agonizingly high on an metal bar. Cyd cuts off her shirt to expose her voluptuous breasts and adorns them with nipple clamps and weights. She begs and begs desperately for the vibrator. Cyd is amused and plays his sadistic little game, asking Christina to continue pleading with him until he finally gives her what she wants.

Next we hear her cry in agony as she is shackled to a post, her cunt impaled on a spiked electrified dildo. The instructions are simple - keep quiet through a flogging or get shocked. Christina has a difficult time remaining silent, but the promise of the Hitachi’s return and a few painful shocks to the tender flesh of her inner thighs make her a fast learner.

In the end, Christina reveals she has been broken and that this was the toughest bondage shoot she has ever done in her life, out of the hundreds and hundreds of shoots she has done in her career.

Leather straps constrict her body in a tight hogtie, face down on the padded box. New to bondage with only a handful of shoots in her past, she’s never experienced helplessness like this. I watch as sweat begins to bead on her face. She’s nervous. She gasps and claims it’s difficult to breathe, but I know she’s lying. She’s just desperately seeking a way to gain back some of the control she gave up.

The exaggerated gasping doesn’t have the intended effect on me so next she starts pleading, first with her voice and then with her eyes, but that doesn’t work either. I’ve seen this act before. Her feigned suffering makes me want to pull the straps tighter, to show her how easy I’m being on her, to show her how bad it can get, but I resist the urge. For now, anyway. If I’m patient, I can lure her in deeper.

Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep in her cunt and a vibrator pressed hard against her clit, she gives in to the relentless buzzing and throbbing between her legs. I watch with faint amusement as she easily sucks air into her lungs in long full breaths, her attempts at deception now forgotten. She screams as her body writhes and convulses in orgasm. Her eyes glaze over with pleasure and now she is gasping for real, exhausted from the muscle contractions in her abdomen and thighs. All traces of the fear and hesitation that existed before are gone now, replaced with something else…raw lust. She’s hooked, and there is no going back.