I dunno man, I think this @ArielAnderssen is getting a bit big for her boots. @TemptressKate is a top domme, and @ArielAnderssen just doesn't seem to be responding properly. I mean she's been loaned out to the game – that stuff with @ToyChloe- it was pretty hot but it just wasn't strict enough to break her. She says it herself she came on #GameOfSlaves to get the real thing. But dissing the game organisers is a bit of a high-risk strategy and pissing off her camera crew too is just being a bit of a bitch. This is really promising though she's issuing an open challenge to dommes to come and do better than she can do herself with self bondage! She really needs to be taken in hand. why isn't @TemptressKate keeping her on a much tighter leash, anyway? It's like half the time she's even a free agent at the moment. Man though she does look bloody hot in a tight hogtie. And those feet and legs that go on for miles. come on, someone show her exactly what her real place is!

OMG that girl who said she was in a card game? @ToyChloe, that's her. They've got her in a hotel somewhere and check out who they've got as the sub for her to play with! It's only @ArielAnderssen! Man I don't know how that's going to go down. I mean @ToyChloe is obviously a total amateur at this domme thing and @ArielAnderssen might be new but she's full on hardcore submissive. I reckon it is a set-up..

Submissive slave girl Tillie tied on the bed as a sexy cheerleader – hogtied and gagged for her master's pleasure.

Honour May is sleeping fitfuly, disturbed by the sound of the falling rain on her window, getting heavier and heavier. The wind rises, starts to howl and whistle and whip around the bones of the old house. The rain comes harder, more insistently, making the satin-clad damsel stir in her sleep. Barefoot, she sleeps in her long night-dress, it's satin fabric draping seductively over her recumbant form. A flash- a roll of thunder. The storm is gathering around her, and the nightmare in the storm is peering in through the window. Something icy cold grasps her ankle. She screams as she finds herself locked in a fever dream of cold steel and chains and captivity, pulled out towards the raging thunder by the beast that dwells within the eye of the storm. A gag muffles her cry- not one of the other guests is aware of the drama unfolding in the Master bedroom! She fights to escape but the magical chains have that strange quality of nightmares, that she can never quite evade or escape or break free no matter how hard she tries..