You watched Greyhound get put through a harsh and demanding training session by Mistress Isabella Sinclaire, now you can hear her own thoughts on that session and more in this special commentary video! Listen as Greyhound answers all of your questions about her time at the Ivy Manor and in her own words, hear her discuss how she felt being hooded, whipped and flogged by one of the worlds best and most famous Dominatrices, and hear our little creatures thoughts on being suspended by her head and how it felt to be on the receiving end of Mistress Isabella's most feared whip, the Dragon's Tongue! Also hear her thoughts on foot worship, slave positions and so much more during one of her rare moments of permitted speech in this special video that you don't want to miss!
When someone looks as good as Hannah does in a catsuit you can't help but want to keep them in it. She starts with her legs frogtied, ballet boots locked on and belted tightly in place. I slide an armbinder up her arms and lace it tight leaving her totally helpless. Squirming on the floor Hannah tries her best to find a way out but it's not use. Knowing how flexible she is I can't help but add a few more belts around her chest and arms cinching everything extra tight. Hannah complains at first, but then again she's not in much of a position to do anything about it either.
Amanda stands alone in the basement with only the silence and four leather cuffs holding her limbs far apart. The spreader bar holding her wrists up is just high enough to keep her on her toes. Caught in a balance between pressure on her wrists or ache in her legs. Her grunting and moaning don't help her situation but Amanda can't help it. Her only saving grace is the catsuit and struggling is keeping her warm in the cold basement. At least under her captor returns and pulls the front zipper all the way down.
With her arms and legs bolted for the floor and pallet Jamie wasn't going anywhere. Just to give her that extra feeling of immobility I made sure to strap a trainer gag on her and chain the top to an anchor. Even with Jamie giving it all her strength not squeak came from the frame she was bolted to. To be sure a magic wand is secured in against her pussy put on low. With Jamie's range of motion measured in millimeters there is no getting away from the vibration. The effect is immediately obvious. Satisfied she's there for the long haul I kick it up to high I leave her to fight the onslaught of orgasms, losing count around five or six.
Hannah was a bit reluctant at first until I told her a surprise was involved. Decked out in a shiny red catsuit her arms are secured to a spreader bar above her head. Her legs are tied to a spreader bar below leaving her a bit uncomfortable in her 5" heels. A ballgag keeps her quiet while I leave her to ponder her surprise while she struggles. In her helpless state I take the opportunity to decorate her with a bit of white rope; making sure to frame her breasts nicely. Obviously anxious for her surprise I open the window blinds and tell her she'll be on display to the neighbors for the next hour. Panic and protests ensure and I start to get the impression this is not what she had in mind.
There's no question that Sarah loves rope and tighter the better. There is only one thing she enjoys more and a big reason she keeps her hair so long. As soon as I secured the last rope Sarah went right to struggling making sure there was no way out. Rolling and bouncing on the bed her freedom to move soon comes to a crashing halt when I tied her hair back to her ankles. Now Sarah's caught in a true predicament, pull her hair or continue to struggle. Gripping a tight hold her her bound hair I figured I'd let her have both as my finger dug into her very, very ticklish feet.
Liv was surprised at first with how loose the chains seemed. At least until the power drill tightened them hard into the floor. In moments her movement was reduced to mostly fingers and toes. Her arms, legs, chest, and even head secured tightly to the floor. A bit of nervousness spread showed from behind her harness gag when I started to mount the magic wand against her pussy. Unable to struggle away or even lift her head to see, Liv simply waited patiently for what was to come. With a flick of a switch there was only one thing she could do; grip hard onto the chains and enjoy the ride.
While I am prepping the room for a challenging predicament for Sarah, she tried to sit still in her latex straitjacket. Despite her gag keeping her quiet she was still quite a distraction as she squirmed and fidgeted in her chair. There was only one thing to do and I quickly whisked her to the basement for some time to herself. Confused at first Sarah plays along and squirms in the belts and latex keeping her well secure. As the minutes pass she soon realizes I'm not coming back. Dangling like a worm on a hook by the ring in her gag she tries to grunt and stomp for attention. Little does she know she's in for a not so brief interlude as I take my time setting up her next torment.
What's the best way for our little creature to relax?.... hooded and bound in her cage of course! In this stream a little sensory deprivation and cage time are in order for Greyhound as she finds herself strictly bound and hooded in her cage, with her sight and ability to speak taken away by the tight leather hood, her hands bound behind her back rendering them completely useless and with her ballet splints locked on her feet adding to her discomfort a helpless Greyhound is left to languish in her cage for the afternoon. Watch as she tries her best to fight off the discomfort from her bondage before nature calls and she is forced to painfully squat over her water bowl to relieve herself before finally finding a comfortable place to rest in her cage and putting her pussy nicely on display to end this great sensory deprivation stream!
I could see that Jamie was regretting the terms of the bet already as she sits nervously in the chair. She could have the pick of any pair of shoes to keep, but has to stand for at least ten minutes in a pair of my choosing. To prevent any cheating her arms are bolted to a large wooden pole. With Jamie's mouth already gagged I lace up a new pair of ballet boots that go up to her knees protests before I even hoist her to her feet. When the pole is finally raised and the timer started she's stuck between standing on her toes or hanging by her arms with both positions eliciting groans of discomfort. As the timer slowly ticks forward I remind her of the terms of our bet. That I can keep her there at least 10 minutes... but no upper limit was really ever agreed upon.