It’s been quite some time since I last got to spend time in front of the camera for Shadowslaves, and of course, being the greedy slut that I am, I miss it. So, I’ve been browsing the site and remembering fun times I’ve had there in the past.
To be a ShadowSlave is to give up more than your rights and you freedom. Long serving slave Nimue is taken to a remote place, where the last of her self determination is torn from her. She is hung from a bar and cruelly beaten with whips and a leather strap, but that is merely a reminder of her position. Bound into a chair she must endure the vicious cut of the cane across her thighs, her tender nipples and cunt are brutally twisted with a monkey wrench, and her already raw flesh is tormented with searing candle wax. The terrified girl is made to endure electrical shocks, alternated with forced orgasms and further beatings, until she breaks down and cries. As all hopes of a reprieve leave her, she is ready for her final lesson. Sharp needles pierce her nipples, wrists, elbows, ankles, knees and throat, but this is not merely intended to increase her suffering. With lines strung from the needles to a suspended bar, they become points of control, removing the last possibility of free will. She is no longer even a slave. Now she is nothing more than a puppet, controlled completely for your entertainment.
Puppet started out in a similar way to a lot of my movies with Shadowslaves, with me nervously waiting on set, wondering what was about to happen, wondering what I’d let myself in for this time, and trying to calm my breathing so that I wasn’t panicking before anything even happened!
It wasn’t long though before I was stripped naked, and my hands tied overhead, while Magick warmed me up with a full body flogging.
After a little of this, he decided it was time to force some orgasms out of me, to wear me down further.
After a little more flogging and some cropping, it was time to release my hands and sit me down. Not for a rest though, I was tied down to the chair and subjected to a monkey wrench on my nipples and cunt, as well as hot wax and the electric paddle. That thing might not look it, but it’s quite vicious, and gives quite a shock out.
When Magick felt I’d had enough of this as well it was time for another change of position, this time I was placed on the floor ready for the finale. I knew vaguely what was coming, but not all of it, or how it was going to work.
How it worked was that Magick brought the needles out. This time however, he wasn’t using them just to inflict pain on me – though they did hurt. There was only about 6 or 7 needles in total, all strategically placed. A couple in each arm, one on my collar bone, one by my nipple and another couple on my legs.
These were then attached together, or to the suspension point overhead. My ankle to my collar bone, nipple to my knee, arms held up above me.
Very minimal bondage, but very effective. I couldn’t move for fear of tearing the needles through my skin. I couldn’t even rest weight on them, but had to use all my will power to keep in position. My arms were aching, I was shaking and exhausted. I was a puppet.
