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MADISON YOUNG
Looking over the site on Insex I became nervous. I had done bondage before but this seemed so hardcore (needles, bags, suffocation). I was wavering on the uncertainty of my occupational choice and riddled with excitement towards the upcoming shoot. But I’m always one for testing boundaries. I like to taste that fine line that we walk between sanity and insanity. I like to push the limits of what my body, mind and spirit are capable of, what I’m capable of. I’m enthralled with how one’s mind and energy can transcend their normal physical capabilities. I find bondage and S&M to be meditative, spiritual, and an act of endurance performance art that I enjoy greatly.
When I first arrived at the Insex studio, I worked with PD. But not for long as I’m desperately afraid of gags and PD always works with gags. PD explained to me that he is an artist and that the model and the gag are both materials with which he works. As an artist, I understand that and wouldn’t want him to compromise his aesthetic for my sake. I don’t know what it is, but something about gags freaks me out. I love single tail and canes, bring on the nipple clamps, rope suspension, and a firm hand, but when you cover my mouth I’m a baby. But I’m working on it kids. I’m doing my homework out here on the west coast trying to conquer this phobia.
Sir C and I worked very well together. I really enjoyed the beautifully creative suspension bondage that we did and she has a really nice firm hand that is great at spanking.
One of the first things that Sir C did was attach a lock to my clit ring, which weighed heavily upon the jewelry while I lay there enduring her corporal punishment and having my ass hole shaved with a straight razor. I had never had any weight on my clit hood before. I loved the fact that I had to stay still while she struck me with the cane or else run the chance of ripping my precious goods. Needless to say, I was still.
Sir C put me in a booty-ful ass tie that wrapped my butt cheeks individually in tight protruding mounds and suspended me from the ceiling, striking my bottom and the rest of my body with implements of her choosing. She left deep coloring on my cheeks and souvenir stripes that stayed on my fair skin for days.
The most intense experience of my time at Insex was in a suspension with a leather hood on my head. The suspension was very comfortable thanks to Sir C’s mad rope skills, but the hood covered my mouth and inched up towards my stuffy nose that was just recovering from a cold. I concentrated on my breathing delving deep into a meditative mode. My body extremely present and active and at the same time completely relaxed. I felt no pain as the cane, flog, and hand struck my body again and again. breathe in...breathe out...breathe in…breathe out. I was thankful for the strikes of sweet tasting pleasure that resonated against my body with their stings and thuds. It was like a gift for breathing so well through the small opening. It was beautiful warmth to swim around in while I hung suspended from the ceiling like a piсata ready to be broken open.
As I was hanging, I thought of the beauty in the art of bondage, both from a visual and performance perspective. I caught my mind tripping on the intricacies of rope(the smell, the touch, the cutting of rope into one’s flesh). I thought of how in our daily lives we find ourselves bound to so many things (jobs, homes, money, family, daily routines, labels, stereotypes). We awake in a bed bound to cities that we hate, stuck living lies that someone fed us as a child.
Then I thought of the freedom I experience suspended and bound - mouth made shut and yet my voice was so loud and deafening as it jumped from synapse to synapse. Nerve endings screaming from immense stimulation till they had gone numb from exhaustion. Suddenly, I became deeply aware of the powerful position of the submissive and took a deep breath of air into my lungs as I was lowered, untied, and the hood removed.
For the final scene, Sir C brought out one of the mechanical dildos and my favorite toy – the eroscillator. Both were used to fuck my pretty little brains out while I was bound tight straddling a table. There is nothing better in this world than deep vigorous penetration, intense clitoral stimulation, and the feeling of rope cutting into your skin as your body convulses with screams with orgasmic pleasure till your pussy crescendos with a warm wave of fluid. I’m getting excited just thinking about it. We got lots of shots of the proud puddle that was left standing as I stumbled away delirious with a truly delicious sexual experience and an unforgettable shoot at Insex.
Release: 2004
Size: 71 Mb
MADISON YOUNG
INSEX FAT CAMP 2
Did angelene lose weight like a good girl, or will she face harsh punishment and humiliation in Insex Fat Camp 2? During angelene’s second Live Feed, she learns that a cattle prod is integral to an exercise regimen, and that a cane leaves long-lasting bruising impressions. For a complete clean out, plug her ass and administer an ugly-tasting fast-acting laxative, giving it time to work its magic. Though in angelene’s case, the messy bursts clear the room, leaving her hanging alone in her cage, awaiting her next ordeal.
angelene’s neck and wrists are locked onto the wall, holding her in a sitting position. Her “chair” is a post with a dildo that spears up inside of her. Sweat gleams on her face and chest, forming droplets as her endurance is sorely tested. She bargains cane strokes for two short periods of sitting on a real stool.
Before the caning, however, it is time for exercise. Sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks take on an element of terror as cyd stands by with a cattle prod, delivering quick punishment if she tries to rest. She gasps for breath after three minutes of breast-bouncing jumping jacks, ashamed that she is still out of shape.
Locked down onto her hands and knees, angelene awaits nineteen cane strokes. She’s lost two and a half pounds, with fifteen big ones still to go – that’s fifteen cane strokes. Plus the four cane strokes for which she bargained. An agonizing, paced caning follows. angelene is soon reduced to tears. Each stroke sends waves of shock rebounding through her body. After nineteen whacks, a series of severe hash marks line her ass. cyd gives her a moment of tenderness.
Her sphincter is lubed and a large butt plug with a dangling chain is pushed into her hole. She’s locked into the bird cage, her wrists shackled. She sucks an ultra fast-acting laxative from a feed bottle. The taste of the stuff looks to be a torment in itself. Her face contorts with every sip. She’s hooded and the waiting begins. Her pussy languishes, the labia folded together. As the pressure mounts, cyd tickles her, then shocks her with the cattle prod. It’s not until she’s in quite a lot of distress that cyd “pulls the plug”. But nothing happens. It appears she’s locked up in more ways than one. Then the gush begins, splatting beneath her, both solid and liquid. Her asshole protrudes. cyd holds his nose. She’s left hanging as the crew escapes to a more hospitable atmosphere. And so begins the wait for Insex Fat Camp 3.
Release: 2004
Size: 215 Mb
INSEX FAT CAMP 2
SOUNDS of 411
the Sounds of 411
Moans, screams, blood-curdling yowls. And of course, those happy sounds that girls make when they come. The legendary 411 runs the gamut of sounds, taking an electrified “sound” in her urethra. She’s slowly throttled by the Gibbet, shocked, fucked in cunt and ass, burned, caned, and pussy flogged.
Encased in rubber and locked into the gibbet, 411 looks to have no arms. The Insex Gibbet, a unique and appalling metal device used for hanging victims, holds 411’s body still. 411 is then wired for a shocking experience. Each ear-splitting screech tells it all as she receives a spike of current up her cunt.
She’s strapped onto her back with her legs folded over her head. Dildo, ass plug, and vibrater go to work on her holes. 411 makes happy sounds. But then a metal probe, known in medical circles as a “sound”, is inserted into her urethra and wired. Even though she’s gagged, her screams escalate. 411’s voice is agony. It’s misery. The smoldering point of a cigarette investigates her cunt. With one emphatic cry, she shoots the plug out her ass. Canes and a heat gun torment her feet. Her eyes are black with tears and mascara. A pussy flogging finishes her off.
411. That girl can take your breath away.
Release: 2004
Size: 118 Mb
SOUNDS of 411
Looking over the site on Insex I became nervous. I had done bondage before but this seemed so hardcore (needles, bags, suffocation). I was wavering on the uncertainty of my occupational choice and riddled with excitement towards the upcoming shoot. But I’m always one for testing boundaries. I like to taste that fine line that we walk between sanity and insanity. I like to push the limits of what my body, mind and spirit are capable of, what I’m capable of. I’m enthralled with how one’s mind and energy can transcend their normal physical capabilities. I find bondage and S&M to be meditative, spiritual, and an act of endurance performance art that I enjoy greatly.
When I first arrived at the Insex studio, I worked with PD. But not for long as I’m desperately afraid of gags and PD always works with gags. PD explained to me that he is an artist and that the model and the gag are both materials with which he works. As an artist, I understand that and wouldn’t want him to compromise his aesthetic for my sake. I don’t know what it is, but something about gags freaks me out. I love single tail and canes, bring on the nipple clamps, rope suspension, and a firm hand, but when you cover my mouth I’m a baby. But I’m working on it kids. I’m doing my homework out here on the west coast trying to conquer this phobia.
Sir C and I worked very well together. I really enjoyed the beautifully creative suspension bondage that we did and she has a really nice firm hand that is great at spanking.
One of the first things that Sir C did was attach a lock to my clit ring, which weighed heavily upon the jewelry while I lay there enduring her corporal punishment and having my ass hole shaved with a straight razor. I had never had any weight on my clit hood before. I loved the fact that I had to stay still while she struck me with the cane or else run the chance of ripping my precious goods. Needless to say, I was still.
Sir C put me in a booty-ful ass tie that wrapped my butt cheeks individually in tight protruding mounds and suspended me from the ceiling, striking my bottom and the rest of my body with implements of her choosing. She left deep coloring on my cheeks and souvenir stripes that stayed on my fair skin for days.
The most intense experience of my time at Insex was in a suspension with a leather hood on my head. The suspension was very comfortable thanks to Sir C’s mad rope skills, but the hood covered my mouth and inched up towards my stuffy nose that was just recovering from a cold. I concentrated on my breathing delving deep into a meditative mode. My body extremely present and active and at the same time completely relaxed. I felt no pain as the cane, flog, and hand struck my body again and again. breathe in...breathe out...breathe in…breathe out. I was thankful for the strikes of sweet tasting pleasure that resonated against my body with their stings and thuds. It was like a gift for breathing so well through the small opening. It was beautiful warmth to swim around in while I hung suspended from the ceiling like a piсata ready to be broken open.
As I was hanging, I thought of the beauty in the art of bondage, both from a visual and performance perspective. I caught my mind tripping on the intricacies of rope(the smell, the touch, the cutting of rope into one’s flesh). I thought of how in our daily lives we find ourselves bound to so many things (jobs, homes, money, family, daily routines, labels, stereotypes). We awake in a bed bound to cities that we hate, stuck living lies that someone fed us as a child.
Then I thought of the freedom I experience suspended and bound - mouth made shut and yet my voice was so loud and deafening as it jumped from synapse to synapse. Nerve endings screaming from immense stimulation till they had gone numb from exhaustion. Suddenly, I became deeply aware of the powerful position of the submissive and took a deep breath of air into my lungs as I was lowered, untied, and the hood removed.
For the final scene, Sir C brought out one of the mechanical dildos and my favorite toy – the eroscillator. Both were used to fuck my pretty little brains out while I was bound tight straddling a table. There is nothing better in this world than deep vigorous penetration, intense clitoral stimulation, and the feeling of rope cutting into your skin as your body convulses with screams with orgasmic pleasure till your pussy crescendos with a warm wave of fluid. I’m getting excited just thinking about it. We got lots of shots of the proud puddle that was left standing as I stumbled away delirious with a truly delicious sexual experience and an unforgettable shoot at Insex.
Release: 2004
Size: 71 Mb
MADISON YOUNG
INSEX FAT CAMP 2
Did angelene lose weight like a good girl, or will she face harsh punishment and humiliation in Insex Fat Camp 2? During angelene’s second Live Feed, she learns that a cattle prod is integral to an exercise regimen, and that a cane leaves long-lasting bruising impressions. For a complete clean out, plug her ass and administer an ugly-tasting fast-acting laxative, giving it time to work its magic. Though in angelene’s case, the messy bursts clear the room, leaving her hanging alone in her cage, awaiting her next ordeal.
angelene’s neck and wrists are locked onto the wall, holding her in a sitting position. Her “chair” is a post with a dildo that spears up inside of her. Sweat gleams on her face and chest, forming droplets as her endurance is sorely tested. She bargains cane strokes for two short periods of sitting on a real stool.
Before the caning, however, it is time for exercise. Sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks take on an element of terror as cyd stands by with a cattle prod, delivering quick punishment if she tries to rest. She gasps for breath after three minutes of breast-bouncing jumping jacks, ashamed that she is still out of shape.
Locked down onto her hands and knees, angelene awaits nineteen cane strokes. She’s lost two and a half pounds, with fifteen big ones still to go – that’s fifteen cane strokes. Plus the four cane strokes for which she bargained. An agonizing, paced caning follows. angelene is soon reduced to tears. Each stroke sends waves of shock rebounding through her body. After nineteen whacks, a series of severe hash marks line her ass. cyd gives her a moment of tenderness.
Her sphincter is lubed and a large butt plug with a dangling chain is pushed into her hole. She’s locked into the bird cage, her wrists shackled. She sucks an ultra fast-acting laxative from a feed bottle. The taste of the stuff looks to be a torment in itself. Her face contorts with every sip. She’s hooded and the waiting begins. Her pussy languishes, the labia folded together. As the pressure mounts, cyd tickles her, then shocks her with the cattle prod. It’s not until she’s in quite a lot of distress that cyd “pulls the plug”. But nothing happens. It appears she’s locked up in more ways than one. Then the gush begins, splatting beneath her, both solid and liquid. Her asshole protrudes. cyd holds his nose. She’s left hanging as the crew escapes to a more hospitable atmosphere. And so begins the wait for Insex Fat Camp 3.
Release: 2004
Size: 215 Mb
INSEX FAT CAMP 2
SOUNDS of 411
the Sounds of 411
Moans, screams, blood-curdling yowls. And of course, those happy sounds that girls make when they come. The legendary 411 runs the gamut of sounds, taking an electrified “sound” in her urethra. She’s slowly throttled by the Gibbet, shocked, fucked in cunt and ass, burned, caned, and pussy flogged.
Encased in rubber and locked into the gibbet, 411 looks to have no arms. The Insex Gibbet, a unique and appalling metal device used for hanging victims, holds 411’s body still. 411 is then wired for a shocking experience. Each ear-splitting screech tells it all as she receives a spike of current up her cunt.
She’s strapped onto her back with her legs folded over her head. Dildo, ass plug, and vibrater go to work on her holes. 411 makes happy sounds. But then a metal probe, known in medical circles as a “sound”, is inserted into her urethra and wired. Even though she’s gagged, her screams escalate. 411’s voice is agony. It’s misery. The smoldering point of a cigarette investigates her cunt. With one emphatic cry, she shoots the plug out her ass. Canes and a heat gun torment her feet. Her eyes are black with tears and mascara. A pussy flogging finishes her off.
411. That girl can take your breath away.
Release: 2004
Size: 118 Mb
SOUNDS of 411
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