Claire Dames has huge boobs. Look at them. They are the size of cantaloupes. They are screaming out to be trapped, bound and punished. And their screams are heard by Cyd Black and Claire Adams, who steps in to assist Cyd in double teaming the massive sweater puppies and the woman they are attached to.

From the start, Tabitha Tucker makes it clear that she does not like to be uncomfortable. Such being the case, cyd focuses every scene on making Tabitha as uncomfortable as possible. She is afraid of heights, so he suspends her. She doesn’t like to sweat, so he puts her in a latex straitjacket. She doesn’t like to be humiliated, so he bends her over and ties her wrists to her knees and her hair to the ceiling while he canes her ass. He adds a tube gag forcing her to drool as the finishing touch. Finally, cyd gets tired of her so he hands her over to Sgt. Major to be manhandled and tossed around.

A librarian sets out to do some research into human sexuality.

Delilah Strong gets a fresh helping of pain, humiliation and pleasure (not necessarily in that order) in her most recent visit to Device Bondage.

Balanced in the air, riding a wooden pony with her feet pulled up behind her, her cunt bears the full weight of her body as she struggles.

Later on, strapped to a box with a dildo buried in her cunt, she pukes from how harsh the bondage is we have to start the scene over, taking the intensity down a notch so poor Delilah can survive it without passing out.

She spends the last scene with her face mashed up against a wall of poles with her body forced down on the floor.

Sara Faye endures a gauntlet of devilish devices and situations, starting with a tight hogtie done with cold chain, followed by a painful session of perching against a pole with nothing but a sharp wooden triangle digging into her bare arches for support. A strict wooden neck stock forces her to maintain an excessively rigid posture to avoid choking.

Meanwhile, Jaeyln Fox proves herself to be a spoiled brat right from the start. She thinks the show is going to be all about her being a co-star in a porn video, looking all done up and sexy while engaging in some light kinky roleplay and sex. Once she realizes that she’s going to be locked up like a veal calf and treated like nothing more than a random piece of meat with three warm holes open for use, her ego takes a big hit and she starts to have second thoughts.

Clearly in need of a serious attitude adjustment, Jaelyn shoots sidelong glances to Sara behind cyd’s back for moral support, makes faces when she is ordered to perform tasks, mutters and whispers under her breath, and just generally attempts to top from the bottom.

For her efforts, she dooms herself to be secured in a series of uncomfortable and humiliating bondages, where she is placed to be ignored, denied orgasm and to left to suffer slowly, feeling every minute of the six hour show with no relief or pleasure. Perhaps the experience taught her just exactly what her place and role is. The show continues on, focusing almost entirely on Sara instead, a participant who shows the proper enthusiasm and respect.

Smokie Flame’s November 2007 Device Bondage shoot.

Sarah gets off on the feeling being bound very tight, so when she’s strapped into the latex straitjacket, she’s already wet before all the belts are buckled on.

The rubber compression hood is the icing on the cake for her, allowing her eyes and nose to peek out, but keeping her nice and quiet at the same time - until the electrical stim is inserted into her dripping cunt and turned up on high. Chained and helpless in her rubber outfit, she is left to process the pleasure of the bondage and the pain of her situation as they mix together with a little help from the cane as well.

One memory from this shoot stands out in particular. Alexa was wrapped so tight as to be completely immobilized in a latex cocoon. She was laying on her back on a box and her nose was chained down to the floor with a painful septum clamp. She couldn’t move her head at all without her eyes welling up with tears from putting additional tension on the clamp. All things considered, it seemed like a great moment to start slowly ripping off the tiny serrated clamps that were affixed to her nipples once by one. Her muscles started shaking and her eyes went back and forth, back and forth like a wide-eyed cat cookoo clock from some silent 1950’s black and white animation.

A curious opportunity presented itself in the middle of Andy’s shoot. I realized that I could use the bar that was forcing her to the ground and trapping her there as a fulcrum to pivot canes over and use them to pull up on the nasty painful little clamps biting into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The result was wonderful. She screamed in pain with a tap on any of the canes I had threaded over the bar and through the top catch on each clamp. Pressing down on one cane resulted in a whimper. Two a small scream. Five a loud scream and tears welled up. I played with my new instrument until it broke, then moved on to other pastimes such as jamming a dildo down her throat until she choked and then putting her in a severe neck to ankles hogtie until she collapsed, gasping for air. What fun.

It’s delightful to twist the fair into the grotesque. The latex frogface hood is the perfect tool for the occasion. With stalks covering blind eyes and a small hole for air to come in and teeth to protrude, it effects her transformation from woman into drooling bondage mutant.

The heat and pressure of the hood slowly builds mashing her lips and sealing her nostrils shut. Her gasping breaths are filled with spittle as she drags air in and out, in and out, more frantic by the minute. My only regret is that she can’t see what she looks like. Her humiliation would be priceless I’m sure. Ah well..one can’t have one’s cake and eat it too I suppose.