BDSM ~~~ Best Bondage

Charlotte Vale and Samantha Sin are treated to a session of severe bondage concentrated on their heads, mouths and faces.


Charlotte's fate is to suffer helplessly on her knees, arms bound behind her and neck tightly chained down to a thick wooden post that rises up between her knees. The post is not quite high enough to allow Charlotte to sit up straight and not quite short enough for her to rest back on her heels, making it impossible for her to find a position that provides even a small bit of relief. Compounding her predicament is a steel ring gag between her teeth, locking her jaw wide open and mouth ready for use.


Samantha fares little better. She is fitted with a strict ball gag head harness and blindfold that keeps her quiet, blinded and under control. An inflatable dildo and butt plug are stuffed into her cunt and asshole, strapped in securely and pumped up to the max as she squirms on the ground trying to cope with the intense sensation of tightness and fullness as the inflatables keep her holes stretched to the limit.

In a shoot that features some of the best photographic documentation to date, Dia Zerva is wrapped tight in cling wrap, and trapped laying flat on a board strapped down exceptionally tight with clear belts. cyd slices holes in her see through prison to get at her nipples and clit, which he torments mercilessly, first suctioning blood into them to make them swollen, tender and hyper sensitive, before he splashes them with hot liquid wax, and setting off a train reaction of intense sensations in Zia's head.


With her exposed bits covered in wax, cyd steps up the intensity, encasing her head in a tight rubber gas mask that seals against the skin of her face, emphasizing her helplessness and making Zia feel under total control as he plays with her, cutting off her oxygen now and again with the palm of his hand.

The moment Sabrina Sparx arrives on set, her exuberant, loquacious and downright hyperactive personality begins to flood the room with cheer and giggles.
Not in any mood for cheer and with no use for giggles, cyd unceremoniously bends her over a bar, straps her down and shoves a cold steel hook up her ass. The rest of the shoot goes even harder for Sabrina. The hogtie she is put in is downright brutal, and it comes complemented with a tight face harness ball gag and a set of humiliating nose hooks. This shoot could alternatively be titled "Sabrina Sparx gets an attitude adjustment." When it's done, all the giggling has ceased.

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Miss Kitty is a bondage model from the South who claims to like rough and kinky sex at home. That may be true, but she sure didn't know what she signed up for once we got her in the Device Bondage workshop.

Holly is an adult model and stripper hailing from Manchester, England. She has done quite a few bondage shoots in the past few years, and she really enjoys bondage. She has heard that Cyd is "a little scary," but she claims she is not nervous...yet. Once she is in her first greuling position, however, her eyes seem to tell a different story.

Cyd makes her first extreme position just a little more extreme by preventing almost all movement she may have with chains and a super tight ballgag. Her face shows the stress her body is going through. Holly's eyes widen as Cyd threatens to attack her pubic hair. Using a pair of pliers he plucks at the little hairs, making Holly scream and whimper. Drool pours out over her ballgag. She is perhaps a little more nervous now than she had expected herself to be.

All of the bondage is intense, and Holly's suffering is so very apparent. Yet every time she comes the pain becomes irrelevant, and she howls like a wild animal, bucking furiously. Her eyes become hazy as she gives in to the pleasure.

It's hot in the small room. The lights give off waves of heat, slowly and steadily raising the temperature. My clothes are starting to stick to me and she hasn't arrived yet.

By the time she finally shows up, sweat is beginning to drip into my eyes. She introduces herself and we briefly negotiate. She blows her nose and sniffles. I ask her about it and she says she's getting over a cold. She moves away and starts getting changed for the shoot. She makes small talk with some staff members. The conversation moves on to blowjobs somehow. She says she's embarrassed to watch her own porn.

The shoot starts and I pick out equipment for the first scene. A collar, chain, manacles and metal bar to lock her body into a tight ball. A gag to make her drool. Tape with a rough, coarse surface to wrap around her fingers so wiping her nose will feel like sandpaper. A large mirror to force her to look at herself while a thick dildo takes turns fucking her mouth and her cunt. She squirms in a mixture of humiliation, discomfort and arousal, and can't resist when a vibrator is pressed against her clit. I let her orgasm once, then take the vibrator away.

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Static

Bobbi's shoot was an experiment in "static" bondage - bondage that is minimal yet severe in nature. The goal is to bind and restrain the model to the very limit of her ability to endure and then step back, let the clock tick and watch her suffer as long as she can bear it. There is no need for interaction. No need for distractions. Just the model slowly wearing down, sweat beading up and trickling down her body, muscle fatigue causing her limbs to shake at an ever increasing rate - her breathing becoming ragged as she struggles against her gag to swallow the spit that is beginning to pool in the throat and choke her.

Sometimes I think the interactive style of BDSM that has become increasingly popular in recent years is just interfering with the simple enjoyment of the bondage itself. It's not always necessary to tie up a woman and "do something" to her. Sometimes just tying her up is enough.

The first scene I more or less manage to accomplish my goal, but by the second, the pressure of the shoot causes me to forget my intentions and I fall back into spearing her with a dildo pole in one hand and vibrating her with the Hitachi in the other. I am curious to hear what the members will say; I await comments on the necessity of interaction in scenes.

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Amber is back to DB for her second shoot. She says her first shoot wasawesome, as she describes what happened. She is very enthusiastic abouther upcoming live shoot as well as for the shoot today.

As we find Amber strapped and chained, as though caught in a spider'sweb, the sweat beads up on her face as she strains in her position.Drool runs out her gag and down her chest. She cries out when her tits,ass and pussy are flogged red, a look of deep focus on her face. Herbody jerks with each blow. Amber's knees ache as they support all herweight. Her eyes show her serious concentration as her face is tortured withclover clamps and nose hooks.Double penetration with inflatable dildoes furrows Amber's brow as she struggles to endure her torments. The vibrator is her only relief, bringing a hazy look to her eyes when she comes and comes again.

Ky. A friend of a friend. She's been hanging around, coming by where the staff drinks after work and dropping hints. She says she likes bondage and wants to do the site, so I say sure.

When she shows up a week later, I give her to Sarge to play with. He's a barrel chested martial arts expert. I've always liked watching him manhandle women and toss them about.

Sarge picks her up, strips off her clothes, spanks her ass and straps her down. There's no question he's in control. He's so in control it's ridiculous. Viewing the scene makes me imagine a grizzly bear playing with a rag doll. He presses his thumbs into her pressure points causing her to gasp. He smacks her pussy and makes her squeal. He runs a chain through her crotch and pulls it up tight to the ceiling. Her eyes begin to glaze over. She's in her own little world. I can tell this is everything she was hoping for for and way way more.

When it's over, she's exhausted, but I can tell she'll be back for sure.

...Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long chestnut string I wound
Two times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain...

-With apologies to RB.

The clear plastic head harness is buckled on brutally tight, ensuring Jandi's screams won't get loud enough to irritate me. She tries to brace herself for the hard spanking and whipping she knows is coming her way in just a few seconds, but she can't find a position that offers any comfort. The steel bar she has been standing on is digging into the arch of her foot and the gag feels like it's cutting into her face. She starts to sweat, wondering how long she will be forced to endure it. 5 minutes? 10? 30? 50? The situation is already unbearable as it is and I haven't even started to hurt her for real.

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Princess Donna Live, Part 1

After members of Wired Pussy and Device Bondage made repeated requests for her to appear as a submissive on DB, Princess Donna said "bring it on."

She got what she asked for. Chained, collared, shackled and on her knees, she is forced to awkwardly strip for the audience. Once naked, she is clamped to a post by her neck with all her weight resting on a sharp spiked wooden seat digging into her ass. Cyd vibrates her, bringing her to an agonizingly intense orgasm that forces her pelvis to buck involuntarily up and down on the spikes.

Princess Donna starts to wonder what she has actually gotten herself into...and the show has only just started...

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Perdition

Andy San Dimas suffers exquisitely as cyd settles in to his director's chair to enjoy the result of his efforts. He's clearly delighted as Andy's composure and resistance slowly breaks down.

In one scene, a clear ring gag mimicking a small funnel forces her mouth open and induces profuse drooling. Her arms are pulled up behind her in a strict strappado, ensuring she remains on her knees, helpless and affixed in a vulnerable, helpless and submissive posture that is immensely pleasing to the eye of bondage enthusiasts.

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Skydiving

Thinking back to the day of the shoot, I remember being vaguely amused. As I turned the corner into the talent office in search of a model to bind, I came face to face with the same stare that greets me in the mirror each morning.

We sat down. We talked at each other over a checklist. She didn't ask any questions. She signed her name while digging through her purse.

Later on, they brought her in from makeup. The interview went by as she posed for pictures, twisting her form this way and that.

I began moving metal around to set up an idea and she wandered into a corner while scrolling through an electronic organizer. She's only 19 but she works 5-6 days a week. She has an agent, a web site, a book deal, a video blog. Booking her was a 3 month process.

Stripped naked on the table, bound to the cold metal, she looked like she might fall asleep but didn't. She looked at the goggles quizzically but adjusted them so all she could see was black.

The vibrator caused a stir, but when the clamps went on she came to. One, five, ten, twenty...she writhed around screamed. She spit words out no one expected. She came so hard she looked like a fighter pilot in g-force training, gritting her teeth with her lips curled back.

The camera stopped and the straps came off. She sat up and removed the goggles. Her eyes came into focus. I could tell she had finally arrived in the room.

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BDSM gear fetishists everywhere will unanimously agree that building a collection of high quality equipment that is properly designed, aesthetically pleasing yet functionally useful is a process that takes many years and an inordinate amount of disposable income. Hunting down the one or two people on Earth that have the knowhow to make a custom fitting chastity belt or straitjacket is time consuming enough, let alone the agonizing 8 to 24 week waiting period to receive items from a tiny town in Europe or from an individual astisan who makes each piece by hand in his or her spare time.

Once the gear finally arrives, it is worth every penny and the long agonizing wait. The latex fits like second skin, the straitjacket is molded to the precise form of a woman, ensuring that she is utterly helpless, tightly constricted, yet able to remain in the bondage indefinitely. The chastity belt is so tight that a single finger is all that can be forced under the waistband and the vaginal shield is locked in place and pressing so forcefully against her pubic mound that it may as well be bolted in place with surgical screws. The extremely strict form of control this type of gear has on a submissive can cause her to have a mind blowing experience in a scene.

This shoot was done with all custom made to measure gear. For those individuals who are unsure what kind of difference this type of gear can make in a bondage scene, enjoy the update and perhaps you will see an item you would like to pick up for your own play. If you'd like to know the manufacturer, post on the forums and ask.

Note to Non-Gear Fetishists: Thanks in advance for the super anecdote you're planning to post about how you built your home dungeon and all your equipment for $1.73 with supplies from Home Depot, things found in your couch and an old pasta strainer. It's sure to be a real zinger and the insightful crafting of your comment will no doubt teach us that a true BDSM master (like yourself) needs no expensive props to securely bind and dominate a woman. In fact, you can dominate a woman with your mind, body language and voice, causing her to remain rigidly motionless and at attention with no restraints at all, ready to please you on a moments notice should you give the command or even the slightest gesture of your hand. Your go-get-em' DIY thriftiness and sheer Dom power both humbles us and amazes us. In fact, since we already know how frugal and fantastic you are, you may as well skip the effort of posting the comment at all since it will no doubt take you away from your harem of willing submissives.

Sarah Jane Ceylon is chained, flogged, strapped, caged, gagged, clamped, vibrated, fucked, whipped, licked, caned and forced to come over and over for six hours during her live show.

Sarah starts the show kneeling with a metal collar around her neck locked to a pole in the floor as members in the show chatroom type in questions for her to answer. Over in the corner, Alexa Von Tess watches from where she is trapped in a rusty iron cage to act as a backdrop decoration.

The scenes change again and again. Members come up with suggestion after suggestion. Sarah is manacled to a table with her ass and cunt in the air, she is locked in a cage, bent over backward and stretched on a rack, fucked by Alexa with a dildo gag and beaten until her ass is bright red and full of welts. The scenes go on and on.

The show was broadcast over the Internet to a live audience of hundreds of members across the globe in HD video quality with overwhelming success. It is presented to you here in edited form for members to download. Device Bondage does live shows every third Saturday of the month. Don't miss the next one!

Two girls experience the rigid control of steel bondage.


Charley Chase is bound on her knees and affixed to a metal rod by her neck. Her ample breasts are encircled with thin leather straps and cinched tight, pulling the skin taught, making them full and sensitive for the whip and the cane. When she is finally rewarded for suffering like a proper bondage slut, she comes so hard it looks like she's having a seizure.


In a great piece of extra footage Lexi Belle spends some quality time chained to a rock by her neck face first and fitted with a drool gag for additional humiliation. cyd attaches clamps to her sensitive nipples, pulls them tight with some strings and plays her like a instrument, enjoying her muffled screams of pain.

Enjoy this edited bonus footage of January Seraph and Sarah Jane Ceylon's live show. Part 1 of 2. Device Bondage will also upload it's regular weekly update on Wednesday. Enjoy!

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Bobbi Starr Live, Part 1

This is part one of Bobbi Starr's September Live Show.

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Oxygen

Since her last shoot, Ariel X managed to find a new friend who beats up her during sex. She's rather pleased and she smiles when she talks about it.

When I buckle a leather control collar around her neck she begins to fidget and twist her head. She is getting nervous and I like it. By the time I finish strapping her down and sliding the gas mask into place, her breathing is heavy and panic is building.

I lay down on my stomach as I approach with the cattle prod set on high. With the mask on, she can't see where I'm going to strike. The shocks come out of nowhere and the unexpected searing pain makes her jump and gasp for air only to to find there is none to be had with my palm pressing sealing off the intake hose. Her lungs are burning, desperately working in vain, but all they can do is pull the mask tighter against her face. Her neck bulges like a sausage trapped in the leather collar. Fear is in her eyes now and sweat begins to bead on her skin.

I keep shocking her and sealing off her air. I look down at her wide eyes through the holes in the mask and for a moment I imagine I'm not going to let go, I'm going to let her gasp and flop like a fish in the sand until she goes quiet. She stares back at me through the glass and for a split second I'm sure she can tell what I'm thinking.

I take my hand off the hose and shock her again in the most sensitive spot within reach. She thrashes around on the floor, her chest heaving with the labor of sucking in air.

Another moment to enjoy her helplessness, and then I bury a vibrator in her cunt and strap it in. The screams of pain from the prod turn into moans now. Her sharp shallow breaths become deep and ragged as she builds up to climax. She thrashes around again and again but the terrified look is gone and now her expression is relaxed, her eyes glazed over and far away.

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A member, Provost, posted on the web site message forums requesting that cyd divert some of his attention to tormenting the feet models that pass through the site.

cyd decides to fill the request, and when Calico arrives for her shoot, cyd traps her limbs in rigid steel restraints. Her ankles are locked in place with her dainty feet sticking straight up in the air. Strips of leather attached to her big toes pull down painfully, stretching out and immobilizing her bare and sensitive soles.

What happens after that is a long, long list. Rubber bands, caning, tickling, sharp wooden sticks, paddles, whipping, scraping, etc., etc., etc.

Though Calico's feet are punished non-stop, the rest of her body does not escape. A latex breath control hood with a tiny hole in it combined with a tight metal collar forces her to keep her breathing slow and measured lest she suffocate herself by breathing too fast. cyd makes the predicament unbearably awful by slapping her hard over and over in all the most tender and sensitive places on her body - the soft flesh of her inner thighs, her armpits, the tops of her breasts and elsewhere until her skin is bright red with angry looking welts.

Calico shows extreme self control, mentally mastering her body and forcing herself to breathe in a controlled manner. For this display, cyd rewards her with a vibrator, allowing her powerful orgasm after orgasm until her legs are shaking and spasming from coming so hard.

Jade Marxxx loves bondage and has plenty of experience as a BDSM model. She is talkative and chipper during her interview, but even she admits she's nervous for her first Devicebondage shoot. As her mind races wondering what is in store for her, her words and thoughts tumble over each other and at one point she forgets who is being interviewed and begins asking cyd questions.

Strapped and chained into a squat, Jade's thighs burn, the balls of her feet are in agony as they strain in her high heels. Cyd gives her aching body a quick taste of relief with the vibrator pressed hard to her wet clit. It's just enough to keep her going before he tortures her flesh some more with a flogger and some nipple clamps. "Just think of the vibrator," he tells her. Soon she gets what she's been waiting for, and her gag-muffled shouts of "Oh my god!" fill the room as she comes hard.

Next she is spread eagle, bent forward with her face pressed against a post. Jade endures a good flogging and comes over and over and over again, her feet rising off the floor at times as her orgasms shake her body. Finally she has to beg for it to stop and her cunt drips everywhere. Later, spent and out of breath, she tells the crew that this was the hardest and best shoot she has ever done in her life.

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1. a part broken off or detached
2. an isolated, unfinished, or incomplete part
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Two new models, Hailey and Ariel, tender their flesh to be twisted, bound and tormented. New to bondage, Ariel hesitantly agrees to explore the subject. Her test begins with her head locked inside a steel sensory deprivation sphere. The heat of her breath adds to the pitch blackness inside to make the experience stifling as well as disorienting. She breathes a sigh of relief when the sphere is removed, thinking that her ordeal is over, but soon she finds herself forced to bend over, her neck collared and chained to the floor. The muscles in her thighs begin to burn with exertion as she wonders what she has gotten herself into.

Hailey receives no leniency either. Soon after she arrives, she finds herself kneeling on the floor, her knees spread wide apart. Her neck and wrists are trapped in a spreader bar and her nose is clamped and attached to a weight in front of her, forcing her to keep her body in a humiliating squat while she is made to answer question after question. A short while later her body is stretched to the limit, pulled up by her wrists and balanced on her knees as she feels the lash of the single tail.

Something is different with this one. Her movements have a slight but noticeable slowness to them, which she compensates for with an increase in fluid graceful motions.


There are other things as well. She has an accent, but it's strange..hard to place. When I ask her questions, she pauses and hesitates before answering. Just as I start to think she doesn't understand, she responds in complete, well phrased sentences.


During the scenes it's almost impossible to tell whether she enjoys what's going on, hates it, is acting or otherwise. Normal intuition does not seem to apply to her.


In the end I decide to try and break her down, to find out if it's an act, to drill into her head and get the answers I want. I try and try and push the limits set by the company, but nowhere near her own. I leave the set with a great shoot, but no answers to any of my questions.

Claire Dames has suffered through several intense shoots over the past few weeks. She's been choked, machine fucked, slapped, whipped, shocked, prodded, dragged around by her hair, and otherwise thoroughly used.

Although I'm usually selfish and unwilling to share my toys, I make exceptions for friends of mine, such as Damon Pierce, who wanted to play with Claire Dames for a day. We sat back and taped it, and here is what we saw.

During her interview, Leah Wilde tells us she has just started doing bondage recently, as opposed to boy/girl straight porn. I hand her a vibrator and tell her to masturbate.

I watch as she instinctively goes into porn mode, making eyes and playing to the camera. I tell her to stop, to ignore the camera, to be herself. She does for a while, but soon slips back to familiar mannerisms.

When the chains and belts come out, her eyes widen and her breathing quickens. She starts to whimper even before I'm finished strapping her down. I can't tell if she's acting anymore. One thing I can tell for sure is that she's never done anything like this.

Harmony is an aggressive woman. Most of the time, she's either domming girls, domming guys or working the porn circuit, getting brutally fucked hard with no holes barred and loving every bit of it. At one point she states that she absolutely "craves cock."

She hasn't done submissive work in a while, but she's decided she wants to do a device bondage shoot. As the shoot progresses, it's clear that Harmony wants to test herself, to put herself through hell to prove to herself and anyone watching that she can still handle it.

cyd doesnt make it easy for her. He slowly works away at her her mind and body, breaking her down physically and mentally. Painful nipple clamps make her squirm with pain and discomfort and a humilating rubber bit gag forces her to drool constantly. Metal spreader bars keep her knees spread wide for easy access to her cunt while rendering her arms helpless. A tight nose clamp with an attached weight is the icing on the cake, raising her discomfort and humiliation to an unbearable level just below her breaking point.

She suffers through all of it, desperately wishing the time would move by faster, but cyd makes sure she experiences every agonizing moment, allowing her only a few orgasms to give her any relief. One of them is so powerful it causes her to squirt all over herself.

I ask her about her name.

"It's short for Synesthesia", she says, and pauses, looking up at me. I can tell she's just itching to give the definition, so I play along and ask. She says it means the blurring of the senses. She's thinking smelling colors and feeling sounds. I have a different mixture of sensations planned.

The hard edge of the wooden horse presses painfully into her cunt as she struggles and her crotch bears the entire weight of her body. She tries to hold out, but the cane stinging her breasts and abdomen brings tears welling up almost immediately. Soon after, she's stretched up on her toes from floor to ceiling and wrapped so tight that the pressure forces her blood into the exposed flesh, making the skin in those areas taut and sensitive. Tiny clips with serrated teeth to bite into and hold their grip as weight after weight is added. A vibrator wedged between her legs performs its function and a crude mixture of pain and pleasure begins to play out in her body. She squeezes her thighs together and squirms. A teardrop rolls down her cheek. She doesn't know whether to come or cry. It's not textbook synesthesia, perhaps, but it's good enough for me.

Sara Faye manages to endure a painful and challenging Device Bondage shoot. Clamped to horizontal metal rods that hold her body upright and secure her neck and feet in position, she is slapped, tit-clamped, pinched, gagged, and groped with some facial contortion thrown in for good measure. That's just the warm up.


Next she finds herself strapped down on her back, legs spread gynocologically wide for a good pussy flogging. Her wet cunt receives a thick dildo and covers it in juices, which she soon gets to taste as the dildo's next destination is her mouth, locked wide open with a big ring gag.


Last, she spends some quality time in a increasingly uncomfortable stress position strapped to a 6 by 6 wooden post with her tongue clamped and tied off while she is caned and tickled - every attempt at evasive movement on her part serving only to increase the severity of her predicament.

She claims to be extremely submissive. She's only done a few shoots since college but she says she wants the bondage to be "tight". She wants to be controlled, unable to move, totally helpless and so on. So I set it up and give her what she asks for, but the reality is harsher than the fantasy. I pull her arms back and tie them together. I stretch them up strappado as high as they will go. I can feel her tendons pulling against me. Her legs get the same treatment. It becomes clear that we have different definitions of "tight". She learns mine is synonymous with "totally fucked and desperately aching for relief." She breaks out in a cold sweat and her breathing is a chain of labored gasps. She's afraid now, that maybe she asked for too much, and she definitely wasn't counting on the humiliation when I bind her on her side like a captured veal calf and watch her drool through her gag as dildos and vibrators sink into her holes.

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