Insex - Tests 8 - 2003

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Tests 8 is the documentation of a few inquiries into the lady form, utilizing cable as the Inquisitor General. Each test is muscly by rope, variations on a theme. By the end, it is clear how cable informs the bod and how the bod responds to rope, so that each test emerges as a humble interaction inbetween roping and flesh. The first-ever damsel is clad in a see-through top, tight ebony pants, and high heel platform shoes. She sits on a stool, her forearms tied behind, her ankles tied crossed. But as she writhes on the stool, her youthful energies betray her. Shoes do not a damsel make. A bright crimson ball gag is shoved into her generous mouth. She is massaged and stroked. Her trousers are pulled to her knees. When she’s placed on the floor, her right knee is tied forth to her chest, and the left ankle backward to her wrists. She emerges to have been caught mid-stride. The posture gives a clear view of her pussy. When she’s tickled, she giggles. Until a hand adorns her gullet and nose. Before long, she is naked, a pulley keeping her perched on those unlikely heels. The straps burrow into her skin above and below her breasts. Her knees are separated by a spreader bar. Her ankles are tied together. Perhaps at this point, she understands her error in wearing the heels. Clothespins pull her vag wide, and she is explored at this point of entry. Afterward, she’s left to conclude her delicious dance, balancing her weight on first-ever one foot, then the next. In the 2nd test, though the bod of the damsel emerges soft, the wraps are heavy, providing definition to wrists and waist. Her elbows are tied until touching in back. Toes, feet, and ankles are muscly this way. Her plush boobs are restricted by rope. Cords form a hexagram over her heart. The sleek, silvery bod of the 3rd test, as caked by rope, emerges contrapuntal. There is tiny excess. Her tied boobs are pressed farther into her chest. Everything seems tempered except for her clitoris, clamped inbetween 2 tight ropes, turgid after approach from the eroscillator, and set off by her piercing. In the final test, the rear knots of the Chinese cradle are so sophisticated that they cascade down the back. In the front, the wraps highlight her boobs and collarbones. The crisscross of straps about her ankles then looped down to her toes senses lush, an ejaculation of rope. Here, the art of restrain bondage is exemplified. The left leg is extended rearward, then the right leg extended also. The bosoms of her butt are taut. She emerges to have been took hold of mid-air. She is teased with the well known Mr. Pogo, then her gams brought forth as though she’s sitting, hips opened wide. Her vag are loose, like fresh petals. At this point, iron intrudes. Severity comes at last. But even here, cable is the master. The wraps about her forehead, eyes, mouth, and gullet are simply the last noisy echo of each wrap that went before. She is tied arm, thigh, knee, mid-calf, ankle, and toe. The details tremble in the eye. She is introduced to Mr. Pogo and the eroscillator. But it is the shapes we remember. And the moans. And the bindings.