Insex - Tests 8 (2003)

Download HD Video (75.7 MB)


Tests 8 is the documentation of a few inquiries into the female form, utilizing strap as the Inquisitor General. Each test is athletic by rope, variations on a theme. By the end, it is clear how strap informs the figure and how the figure reacts to rope, so that each test emerges as a modest interaction between binding and flesh. The first girl is clad in a see-through top, tight ebony pants, and high heel platform shoes. She sits on a stool, her arms roped behind, her ankles roped crossed. But as she writhes on the stool, her young energies betray her. Footwear do not a nymph make. A bright crimson ball gag is pushed into her generous mouth. She is kneaded and stroked. Her trousers are pulled to her knees. When she’s positioned on the floor, her right knee is roped forth to her chest, and the left ankle backward to her wrists. She emerges to have been caught mid-stride. The position gives a clear look of her pussy. When she’s tickled, she giggles. Until a palm decorates her mouth and nose. Before long, she is naked, a pulley keeping her perched on those unlikely heels. The ropes burrow into her skin above and below her breasts. Her knees are separated by a spreader bar. Her ankles are roped together. Perhaps at this point, she understands her error in wearing the heels. Forceps pull her cooch wide, and she is probed at this point of entry. Afterward, she’s left to accomplish her jummy dance, balancing her weight on first one foot, then the next. In the 2nd test, though the figure of the girl emerges soft, the wraps are heavy, providing definition to wrists and waist. Her elbows are roped until fondling in back. Toes, feet, and ankles are athletic this way. Her plush mounds are held by rope. Straps shape a hexagram over her heart. The sleek, silvery figure of the 3rd test, as facialed by rope, emerges contrapuntal. There is tiny excess. Her roped mounds are pressed farther into her chest. Everything seems tempered except for her clitoris, clipped between 2 tight ropes, turgid after approach from the eroscillator, and set off by her piercing. In the final test, the rear nodes of the Asian cradle are so sophisticated that they drip down the back. In the front, the wraps highlight her mounds and collarbones. The crisscross of ropes 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 titties of her backside are taut. She emerges to have been captured mid-air. She is with the famous Mr. Pogo, then her legs brought forth as though she’s sitting, hips opened wide. Her cooch are loose, like new petals. At this point, iron intrudes. Severity comes at last. But even here, strap 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 roped arm, thigh, knee, mid-calf, ankle, and toe. The details quiver in the eye. She is presented to Mr. Pogo and the eroscillator. But it is the shapes we remember. And the moans. And the bindings.