Calico in Infernalrestraints Shaft September 28, 2007 Bondage, Kinky Fetish

She’s headless. Her body hangs upside down from the dim light of their barn. Her skin is smooth, light. The lines of her body beautiful, possibly made more beautiful from the stark picture, the way her mind is gone, disappearing into a hole in the center of a huge box sitting on the table floor.

Since the shoot progresses, the images come from waves… Her darkness because she’s hanging. . .Her face, partially obscured, found through the glory-hole of a rusted metal box. . .The manner she scurries like a spider along with her ankles. She’s wearing heels and he drags her by the hair… And then the slow construction of an image seen long ago. Was it Cowgirl? PD assembles Calico in measures upward until she’s held at the air, her cunt and pussy cupped by means of a curve of steel, then her clit and labia protruding through a slit. Her legs are straight and locked out, her hair tied upward. However, in Calico’s case, she is wearing the strangulation collar. Her hands and arms are strapped in inverse osmosis position.

Throughout the collection of images, PD whips her. He also canes her buttocks in red streaks. Two strings of drool drip from her upper and lower lips. She’s and she can not come. Her clit’s over-sensitized, then she’s numb. She wiggles. She crawls. She moans, squeals, and screams. And at the end, when PD’s caning her armpits because she lost a game she had been put up to lose, she grits her teeth in anger.

No one will have the ability to observe those marks, PD says as he whacks away. He gets her to thank him. And he then vibrates her one final time. Perhaps she arrived. Or maybe she was just screaming from the pain. After all, her clit took quite a beating. She begs him to stop. And then it’s over, the ending.

But the pictures linger.