I am in the mood to dig deeper...
Hazel is a very reserved girl. She doesn't talk much, she doesn't anger quickly, she doesn't express herself often... unless she is in bondage. It is then, when Hazel can let go. Relax. Express herself a bit.
But I am interested in finding out more than she is probably wanting to give. I like intimacy. Closeness. I like seeing others vulnerable and transparent in nature.
Hazel's pussy is first up for further contemplation. For that to happen, Hazel sits, highly exposed, stopped to a wooden "chair." Both she and I know that her pussy is on display. As with any exploration, I begin from the outside and work my way in. Blood is forced to her cunt as her lips are sucked into a pussy pump. It's fun to watch her pussy expand and fill the cup. Hazel squeals. I smile. After some time, Hazel's labia lips are grabbed with clover clamps and stretched wide to allow for deeper contemplation. Eventually, though, I must enter her. As that is the only true way to understand another human. To become one with them. I ask her if she trusts me, which she answers affirmatively. This is important, as what I am doing requires a connection between her body and mind. I must have Hazel accept me for the full connection to be complete - Hazel and I are united as one inside her cunt with my entire fist.
Examining one's body is only the beginning. The mind is much more interesting to me. Exploring someone's mind is possible in a variety of ways, but on this day, I am interested in using fear as a means of uncovering the truth. For, through fear, one can get to the core. With the aide of a gas mask and rebreathing bag, I set out to see what Hazel is made of. How much control does she actually have over herself? Can she control her breathing enough to stay in the mask - or does she suck all the oxygen out of her allotted air supply like the greedy bondage slut that she is? What happens when Hazel's pussy is introduced to an electrified vibrator? I doubt you've ever heard an ear-piercing scream quite like the one Hazel makes in response to this toy. Watch as Hazel become increasingly stressed by her conditions.
What is Hazel made of? You be the judge.

Normal live feeds start off with a little bit of Q&A, but we know Hazel almost as well as she knows her self at this point so there is no use wasting valuable time when we could just start tormenting her. We asked her a couple of questions about her limits and her habits, but really everyone was anxious to get down to the business of making her scream.
Clear instructions are scrawled across her belly. The words "Defile Me" stand out in black marker against her pale skin. With pleasure, dear. With pleasure. She keeps repeating her mantra, "Hate me. Damage me. Defile me," and we continue to oblige. Even as the tears start to come down her face Hazel keeps asking for more and thanking us when she gets it.
The question is never whether or not we'll be able to break the girl. The only thing anyone wonders about is how long it will take. Some girls don't break down until the third part of the feed. Some are in tears by the end of the first. Hazel is a great mixture of both. Sure, she cries, but her tears and sobs are so sexy and the one thing she'll never do is quit.

A little pleasure, a lot of pain, Hazel Hypnotic has never disappointed when it comes to our live feeds. She is a beautiful, top-notch performer that always keeps her promise to participate in the most deviant demands we can come up with. It only takes a few seconds before the members comment on her naughty librarian look. She is prim and proper while PD makes her walk in some extremely high heels. Even as they begin to disrobe her and show off some of the sexy secrets beneath her clothes she keeps expertly strutting her stuff. The challenge continues to get more intense, though. She may be able to keep her balance when she has complete freedom of motion, but how about when her hands are tied in a prayer position behind her back? Or when nipple clamps punish her for imperfect posture? We'll see how well she does under the more "stressful" conditions.

In times long passed the strappado was one of the most feared forms of torment. The arms, once brought up behind the body, put an incredible amount of stress on the shoulders. Many girls have trouble maintaining the position at all. Hazel Hypnotic got lifted up by it. For the brief time she was in the air her shoulders felt like they may come lose, but the real pain was still forthcoming. She was placed down on a crotch-horse that allowed all of her weight to rest upon her pussy. To give herself any relief all she had to do was pull herself up, straining against her brutal bondage again. We did eventually move her hands to a more comfortable position, but only because it gave PD better access with the whip. And when we have decided that she has held herself up with her arms for long enough there is always a collar we can use that will keep her in place just as well.

Hazel Hypnotic still proudly bears the words scrawled across her chest, "Damage Me". In spite of the obvious signs of tears, she is still smiling. Perhaps she fears that Wenona is about to take a more active role in this live feed. We'll get back to Hazel in a minute. She will face an ass hook, a caning and some time with good ol' Mr. Hitachi. But for just a moment we'll let Wenona be the focus of attention. This is a preview of what will happen at Wenona's own live feed next month. She makes some promises that she will instantly regret. The worst is definitely the wasabi. Most people can barely deal with it in their mouths. What the hell made her think taking it up the nose was a good idea is beyond us.

Hazel Hypnotic volunteered for an experience that every submissive woman dreams about. We took full possession of her for 24 hours. It gave us a chance to get to know her like no one else has. Every detail about her became significant because we had so much time and so many wonderful plans for her. At first we were content to let her hang around. Hazel had on a beautiful little dress that we slowly took away to reveal her fantastic body. She keeps herself fit, which is good, because the following 24 hours took every bit of her strength and endurance to survive.

Hazel Hypnotic once remarked to us that she dreamed of being put upon a pedestal. What that dream probably did not include was being gagged with her own hair and made to masturbate live for all of our members. Even worse, she did not expect it to be covered with spikes soon after she got comfortable. It is a test of endurance, to see how long she can stand it, and it will not be the last one she suffers over the next 24 hours. In fact, a few minutes later we have another distressing idea. Hazel is a smoker and we want to show her what a disgusting habit it is. We take a pair of cigarettes and put them up her nose. She will need to finish them both before we will be ready to move on. Every breath she takes comes with the acrid scent and burning sensation of smoke. And the next treatment is even nastier. Clothes pins are a double edged sword. When you put them on they pinch so hard that they cut off the supply and make the area go numb. As soon as they are removed the supply comes rushing back, bringing a wave of intense sensation with it.

Things for Hazel Hypnotic are about to get even more interesting. She has been with us for so long she is getting used to our ideas. That means it's time for us to be even more creative. There is a special suspension rig that we have been looking to try. It has her soaring in the air with her body perfectly arched to suck or fuck, which ever we decide. This device gives us total access to beat her ass until she is black and blue. We make the best use of it while she is sucking cock. Any time we want our cock to caress the back of her tender throat we deliver a few sharp blows. When she opens wide to scream we fill the void with dick. Most people that take our electrical torments do it sitting down. Poor Hazel his hung up by her ankles. The means are truly insidious, too. The current runs in through her ass and out through her nipples but she is not grounded. Instead 2 chains hang down from her tits, dangling just above the surface of a copper plate. If she has enough core muscle she can keep them off the ground and save herself from the pain. As soon as she relaxes, though, the juice begins to flow and so do the tears. Maybe some time with the girls will help relax her afterwards.

Hazel Hypnotic isn't even done with her 24 hour live feed but we have to go over some things with her. Her sins are numerous and she is going to have to answer for them. We have a special guest on hand and he is going to air his grievances all over her body. Her cheeks are beet red after the barrage of slaps that he rains down on her. Her face is slick from his spit and her tears. She is crying as she tries to choke out the words he is telling her to say, both from the intensity of the humiliation and the pain of her situation. She has failed to satisfy our members so far. Our next demand is probably the most taxing so far, so it is a good thing we have mentally prepared her. She swears she will last for this one. When we apply the clamps to her tits she insists she can bear it. When we attach the electrodes to them she doesn't even hesitate. And when she is done screaming for the intense electrical shocks she tells us, without a doubt, that she can take even more. That is when the current switches to her cunt and she regrets opening her mouth.

Everyone needs rest. It is hard for Hazel Hypnotic to keep on going when we are so persistent in wearing her out. We give her a bit of time to sleep, a few hours of a nap while we collect our thoughts, then wake her up with a bucket full of water to the face. She is barely conscious when we move on to the next set of entertaining torments. We will wake her up pretty quickly, though. Once the adrenaline begins to flow she will perk right up. The first few whip lashes bring her back to the real world. Once she is all the way with us again we have a few needs that she needs to meet. PD wants his cock sucked. The members want to see some more tears. The rest of our crew just wants to make her scream. The stocks we stick her feet in give us a good chance to work her over. It makes for a bit of a rude awakening, but if we were really all that concerned with how she felt we wouldn't be doing our job.

Two things about Hazel Hypnotic are wrong at this point. First off, she has a shit eating grin on her face, like nothing could possibly phase her. Second, she thinks she is ready for the punishment we are about to dish out next. That means it is time for some corrective measures. Her ass is going to look like raw meat by the time MWB finishes working it over. He has more than enough familiarity with that cane to leave his mark. Outside Elise Graves has another way of leaving impression. She has a couple of gallons of water that she wants Hazel to hold onto. Every drop she spills she is going to regret, but it is so difficult to keep it in when her ass is being reamed with such a vengeance.

Hazel Hypnotic and Maggie Mead are going to spend some time getting to know each other intimately on the floor of our barn. They are locked back-to-back and we still want to see them play with each other. The iron mask treatment is one of our favorites. It keeps Hazel blacked out in an echo chamber again, there is something beautiful about that. Even better, this time she is wearing an iron yoke that keeps her hands up out of the way and her tits nicely displayed. She prances around blindly while PD whips her ass pink. There is a little toy we like to call the "pear". The key on the end of it twists and opens the otherwise comfortable insertable to a massive size inside of her cunt. Every turn makes it a little bit wider and brings a new level of aching to Hazel's pussy. Long before it reaches its maximum size it has become wedged in there. When we are satisfied that her hole has been worked enough, then maybe we will let her take it out. Until then it will add another layer of sensation to her already overtaxed mind.

When people see pain coming they always brace for it. It helps them absorb the blows a bit. But when they are completely blind and so many parts of their body are exposed there is no way to prepare. That is the situation Hazel Hypnotic finds herself in when PD hooks electrodes to her pussy, ties her toes so that he can cane her feet, and sits her down so her tits are exposed. The iron case surrounding her skull is like an echo chamber. To us it may muffle her screams a bit, but for her each one rings back into her ears, louder than ever. The darkness, combined with the incredible sound, intensifies the terror of the unknown. It may seem counter intuitive to deny ourselves the pleasure of seeing her reactions and the ability to fuck with her pretty little face. But there is a method to our madness. When we let some light in she will be grateful. It will make her think things may get better. Taking that hope from her will hurt more than any other toy we have handy.

The members had some questions for Hazel Hypnotic during our pre-feed but now that she is lashed down to the interrogation chair the real probing can begin. She is not being judged on whether or not her answers are true or false. Instead they are going to look into her life and grade her decisions. If they like her answers then she will have a moment of relief. But for every time she has strayed she can expect a few surges of electricity.

Our members have a few questions for Hazel Hypnotic so that they can get to know her before the live feed begins. Some of them seen innocuous and others are more probing but they are all designed to peel away her defenses, layer by layer, until her psyche is exposed. When we understand her fears and her desires we will know exactly how to torment her. And when she is laid bare, physically and mentally, then the real fun begins.

Hazel Hypnotic has the kind of pale skin that shows marks right away and PD has no intention of letting an opportunity like that pass. He can lay that cane across her ass with enough energy to raise a welt on a rhino. Her skin turns red at first but before long the black and blue bruises start to show. How well she can endure that, and all of the other torments our members can devise, determines how much we are willing to reward her.