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Precarious

I wasn't sure about her. When she arrived to do the shoot she was already nervous. She asked the kinds of questions that models ask when I know it's not going to work. But I needed a shoot, so I decided to try anyway.

I didn't make it easy. I wanted her to suffer, to safeword, to be in way over her head. After the interview I stripped her ass bare and planted her on a board of painful spikes and strapped up her legs so she couldn't relieve the pressure with her legs. I let her sit for a long time, so the pain would slowly grow unbearable. I was sure she would break...but she didn't. She took it all, and then took more. She was scared and she was in pain, but she didn't quit. The result is this fantastic update.

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Amazonas

Annette Schwarz' body resembles that of an Amazon woman. With blonde hair, blue eyes and broad shoulders, she has quite a presence to behold. Unfortunately for Annette, at Device Bondage, just as in the US legal system, anything a model says, does or is, can and will be used against her during the shoot.

In this case, cyd decides to use her size and stature against her, locking her down on the angular roof of a wooden dog house and thus bringing the full weight of her body down on her clit, pressing hard against the wood and on the plug that is buried deep in her ass.

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I was busy working on the new Armory set, so when Sgt. Major arrived in town, I gave him Kristine's DB shoot.

I knew I could trust him to do a good job.

Sarge's favorite thing is a crotch rope and he works it in with ease.

Bobbi Starr is one of the sweetest girls around. If you met her anywhere else besides a porn studio, you'd never guess what she gets up to. She seems as wholesome as can be with her classic "girl next door" appearance complimenting an oddly innocent demeanor for a hard core porn star. Her charms won't buy her any quarter here though. Moments after her interview, cyd takes off one of her shoes - a pink high heel with an alligator skin pattern, filthy from being worn by model after model - and stuffs it in her mouth. A fashionable, yet functional gag that becomes a bit less fashionable after cyd punches holes in it and unceremoniously straps it to her face with a rough leather strip. She gags from the odor wafting into her nostrils and turns her head to try and avoid the smell, but to no avail. cyd cuts off her underwear and exposes her cunt for examination. Bobbi screws her eyes shut in a mixture of humiliation and arousal as the camera zooms in.

Two more scenes follow. In one, Bobbi is bent over a device with her nipples clamped and pulled down while her arms are pulled back and up in a painful strappado. in another, she is forced to kneel in a rusty iron cage. A bar runs across the cage, holding her arms up behind her by the elbows and forcing her head down. Her face presses against the cold metal as her pussy is rammed with a dildo on a steel pole and a powerful vibrator is pressed against her clit. Nipple clamps add to her torment, painfully punishing any attempt to find a bearable position for her aching body.

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Kayden Faye gets put through a series of ordeals that cyd has waiting for her. Nosehooks, canes, leather straps, chains. On her tip toes, hogtied on the floor. Kayden never gets a break and leaves sore and exhausted.

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Devaun and Andy San Dimas Live, Part 1

In the first part of this live show, Andy San Dimas finds herself tightly bound into a ball, gagged and forced to kneel on the cold concrete floor of the basement. Helpless, and laying in a puddle of her own drool, the bondage novice wonders just what the hell she as gotten herself into.

Unable to do anything but wait, or even turn her head to see, she hears Devaun's screams behind her as the other model is tied down to a wooden box and tormented with severe nipple clamps among other things. A short time passes, and then Devaun is pulled up by her hair and her head is shoved into Devaun's cunt and she is ordered to eat her out to the tune of more screaming and howling.

Her task complete, she is forced onto her knees and strapped to a wooden column by her neck, and made to suffer while magnetic weights are added to a single painful clamp on her right nipple that refuses to slip off, pushing her to the limit of her endurance.

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Duo

There are two girls today. The was supposed to be one but a spare was found somewhere so they sent her to me. I've used the first one before but never the second. The second says she does girls and likes bondage. She says she can take it all and I should do it all.

I bound them together with chains and leather - tight, so they would sweat on each other. I made the first one eat the second one's asshole. I made the second one face fuck the first one's asshole. The first one surprised me with the sheer ferocity of her ass eating. The second one surprised me because she does what she says and says what she does. They'll both be back.

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She sighs, her face on the floor, lying on her stomach with her arms folded behind her back in chains. Her legs straddle a wooden beam and toe cuffs bite into her skin, discouraging any movement.

cyd brings her a bowl of water. She laughs nervously, trying to break the tension. She doesn't believe he wants her to put her face in the bowl and drink like a dog. She barely laps up any, and gasps in surprise when cyd takes the bowl away and dumps the water on her head.

Fayth is new to bondage, having done only two shoots before. She admits she didn't even lose her virginity until three years ago, when she was 21. She even had notions of remaining a virgin until marriage. How much of a bondage slut can be made out of this seemingly pristine girl?

cyd wastes no time in cutting off her clothes, gagging her, and torturing her feet with a thin sharp wooden skewer. Fayth furrows her brow, breathing heavily as her heart beats faster and sweat starts to bead on her face. She starts to give in.

With her back strapped to the post, she is impaled on a cock and forced to crouch spread-eagled. cyd flogs her breasts and makes Fayth fuck herself on the cock while the sound of her moaning becomes increasingly filled with pleasure. She explodes into orgasm when he brings out the vibrator, cursing under her breath while she rides the cock between her legs.

A leather hogtie and a machine fuck finish her off as she drools and moans through her gag.

Lexi's shoot was a fantastic adventure in mixed messages. Some might call it topping from the bottom, others might call it being bratty, I'll let you decide and call it what you will.

Lexi asked for a hard flogging and I made sure to dish it out along with some facial humiliation to cut her down a notch, but she was on the verge of crying from misery and pain the whole time. (She claimed afterward she was "tearing" and wasn't even near her limits...I call BS..but I cant be 100% sure.) Of course I don't mind ramping it up because no one is going to die from a hard flogging, but it kept my crew on edge for 5 hours straight, causing us to stop and start in order to check in with her and wipe away the tears.

To add insult to injury, she mocked me in the closing interview saying I'd been to easy on her. Arrgh! If she has the nerve for a rematch, it's going to be a steel cage bout between us with no holds barred and we shall see if her ass can cash the checks her mouth wrote.

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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.

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!

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!

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.

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.

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Zipper

In the course of practicing BDSM on a daily basis, one learns that certain activities have a much higher chance of going horribly, horribly wrong during a shoot than others. Inevitably these are also the same activities, when pulled off successfully, make a shoot completely amazing to watch. So the ever present question when working with a model is, do you aim for the moon and risk the whole shoot crashing and burning, or do you play it safe and be reasonably assured of getting some usable, albeit probably less than stellar content?

For this shoot, I decided to screw caution and go full speed ahead and the gamble paid off. We did an intense asphyxiation play scene with a latex breath restriction hood and even though she was scared at first, Jandi soon became comfortable, followed by wildly turned on, which led to an explosion of orgasmic bliss which you need to view to fully comprehend.

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Bobbi Starr Live, Part 1

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

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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.

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.

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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.

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1. a part broken off or detached
2. an isolated, unfinished, or incomplete part
3. an odd piece, bit, or scrap.

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.

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