Cherrytorn endures an extravagance of metal. At first it's nothing but yards of chain wrapped through her mouth, circling her throat, pinning her elbows and wrists and ankles, and through her crotch. It's nothing really. A little pain here, another pain there. But as time passes, there's a slow degradation of the will – the dry hard smack of pain inside the skull.

She's made to shuffle back and forth, back and forth. Thick metal collar, shackles at her ankles, a double shackle couples her wrists. Metal bit in her mouth, metal belt, and a long wooden dildo locked inside of her. Chain jangles as she shuffles and turns. Heavy balls of steel attached to each ankle add to her misery. He whips her tits with a wire cane. She groans with each step, pacing her rings of Hell.

Now she lies upon his metal bed, her ankles in stocks. She's wiped down with alcohol, a ritual cleansing. The tip of the cattle prod delivers terrifying caresses as it roams her body. He slides his hand inside her – loosening. That is the goal of her new torment. The loosening of her pussy. A large long wooden shaft, cool and tranquil, slides into the heat of her cunt. He gives her a vibrator and tells her to excite herself. Because it will loosen her further. And he keeps pushing the dildo deeper, and then again, deeper. Her neck is chained to the head of the bed. Then he turns a crank, lifting the metal grate upon which she lies so that her head is raised. Her weight shifts. Her body sags. Deeper goes the dildo. She's widened. Cherrytorn explodes into orgasm – an orgasm for agony by agony and because of agony.

A metal gag forces her mouth into a perfect O. Now he has her creeping about on all fours. He leads her by a double-hole hook and leaves her positioned over a bed of spikes. They are like creatures that live without light, these two – Cherrytorn and PD. They feel their way through the dark by the shock of ecstasy and the heat of pain.

Shackled to a metal bed, her thick steel collar digs into her perfect chin. Her pretty pastel panties, scalloped at the edge, are glimpsed in the shadows between her thighs. And as he tickles and canes her, two tortures simultaneously, it's clear. The primacy of Her in his mind. A fucking machine is raised into position. Embedded in metal and machine, she comes.

Is it his lust that drives him to such extreme means? Unbridled want? Desperation? Or does he so fear this anima, that he keeps her clasped in metal – that cannot want, cannot feel, cannot love, cannot lose?

She's locked in the fiddle that's chained to a metal ankle spreader. Metal gag against her soft lips. She is dismayed by metal, but still, she's powerful, don't you think? Because she's lovely. You can't stop thinking about her skin, her breasts, her ass, her smell. Even from where you sit viewing her on your screen, you smell her, don't you? He flogs her. He controls everything. He controls nothing.

The Pear slips inside her. He turns the key to lock it in place. It's a work of art, the Pear. A complex mechanism. Like her. Maybe that's what he thinks. That it's as simple as a twist of the key, loosening her power over him. So he practices the erotic art of self-deception.

The Pear goes in, filling her cunt – that empty space, that vacuum, that everything and nothing place where even the gods stumble. The handle of the Pear is turned. Whose hand turns the key? Whose desire? Whose despair? The Pear is sucked inward. Clamps bite into her nipples. And her body spasms in pleasure. She comes. Her fingers bend, as if beckoning.

Anima rises.

Gravity plus mass plus steel equals torture.

As everyone at Infernal Restraints prepares for the shoot, PD preps Erika, locking her in metal and leaving her to languish. Her neck is clamped inside a collar held away from the wall by a metal arm. Her wrists, pulled up in a stressful strappado behind her, keep her on her toes. It is her own weight that applies the pressure against her throat. PD ignores her except to raise her up a few more inches, increasing the drag downward. It's nothing really, a simple matter of mathematics.

A pair of scissors snips at her tuft of pussy hair. PD shreds Erika's T-shirt. Snip, snip goes her bra. The tip of a singletail rips at her tummy and chest, and at that little tuft of pussy hair. Then she's turned so that she faces the wall. The whip targets her ass and back. And as she fusses, trying to pull away from the tip of the whip, her back arches. Her body is beautiful in profile as she strains against the metal – and gravity.

Erika's wrists are shackled behind and tied to a thick, scratchy rope that's dragged through her crotch (a nasty little agony) and tied upward. Nipple clamps pull her tits up also. Gravity takes its toll, a sublime moment of truth, the pain of inhabiting a body.

A new torture device makes its debut. Erika stands on a wooden crossbeam with her head and wrists locked in stocks. His fingers investigate her holes. Then a cane smacks her ass, thighs, and feet. Erika keeps up a continuous stream of cries, like some secretive animal that screams all night. A board slides between her thighs. Then the beam beneath her feet is removed. Now her weight rests there – upon her cunt. Gravity wins.

Hanging in a very small cage, a dental gag holds Erika's mouth open. Drool runs from her lips to her cunt where white pussy juice wets her hole. The fucking machine stands at the ready. She's positioned and penetrated, as though it is her cunt that serves the machine. It pounds away inside of her. And Erika's cries create such a clamor.

He's done with her now. The machine is silent. The cage slides along a rail until it hangs over an awaiting box. Erika's dropped inside, cage and all. The lid slams shut, latched, and a breathing pipe screwed in place. Erika's constant stream of noise goes on, more distant now. Far away. A world apart.

Thick shackles, heavy bilbos, and the Horse create a stark contrast to Lystra's willowy physique. her guileless face, and her wide eyes. PD establishes the theme very early. One foot for tickling, one foot for caning – a euphemism for the blending of pain and pleasure as he draws Lystra into a spiral of sensory overload, a dark ecstasy – the severing of Self.

With bilbos and shackles bolted to a single thick beam, Lystra's bent over, straining her back. A cane smacks the sole of her foot. She is ordered not to flinch. Not to make a face. PD bargains with Lystra - one more stroke and he'll ease her position. She agrees, taking the bite of the cane with a little smile held tight upon her face. But after he releases her and she lies back in relief, he whips her cunt. And she writhes, trying to protect her pretty little pussy. But it's useless all this thrashing back and forth. Besides, PD's suddenly very kind and sweet. Touch yourself, he says. Rub yourself. And the cane beats her foot. Her fingertips slip back and forth over her pussy, at first hesitant then faster. She comes. The eroticism of misery.

With her legs spread by the shackles, he hoists her upward, off balance. The repeated slap of cane on flesh. Her face has frozen like a bleak landscape over which has been fastened a mask of smiles. She wants to please him. It's clear. She can learn anything to survive.

He staples a dildo to the beam. She's ordered to sit. Penetrated, she sucks plastic cock, fingering herself again. Then with metal locked around her waist and crotch, and a long wooden dildo inside of her, she's told to kneel. But it's impossible with that wooden thing coming out her cunt. As impossible as when she's lying on the floor and told to get up. Even the taser can't make her move.

Now sitting on the Horse with metal stocks at her neck and wrists, ankle stocks hold her legs open. He gently spreads her labia and ass cheeks for maximum effect. And still, she mustn't frown from pain. Little Lystra's getting weak, flailing. A vibrator adds to the brew. And he canes her ass. She explodes in orgiastic ecstasy. He ramps up the vibrator, pushing it deeper into her pussy. She rides it unwilling. Shuddering.

The metal band around her waist is more than tight. It constricts her liver, her stomach, her spleen. Metal shackles pinch and bruise the skin at her wrists and ankles. And the head cage - forty pounds of steel that doesn’t quite fit. It presses. It rubs. The relentlessness of metal. The little pains accrue.

He positions her so that she can’t quite stand. She can’t sit. So she shuffles this way and that. Her hands make soothing motions as though searching for comfort. But there is no comfort. Not here.

Sasha Sparks is known for extreme bondage. She won an award! She’s got big tits. Huge tits. Tits that men love to bruise. But this man, PD, he ignores her huge tits. He leaves her to stew. Just a little softening up. Just a little ripening. Metal teaches the more subtle meanings of the word "cruel."

He rolls her out for display. Her head is locked in stocks, a metal gag, her wrists chained to the sides, and her feet stand on metal pipe. It’s excruciating. He knows this. It pleases him, her suffering, her continuous moan. He uses a singletail, a cane, and a heavy flogger. Big tits just make a big target. And she’s caught, held firm, and he revels. He makes her oink. He calls her his little piggy. But she begs him anyway. Begs him because of the pain in her feet. He gives her wicked little blocks of wood that wobble and turn. He ties her tremendous tits and pulls them up. And a fucking machine grinds away at her cunt. Then he leaves her like that. Fucked. In darkness.

When she comes, her moans are the same moans as for pain. But the machine doesn’t care. The metal doesn’t care. She’s nowhere now. She’s gone one step too far - over the edge of the earth and falling.

In Part 2 of Chaste and Pure, Ginger gets a long lingering taste of The Frog. In latex blindfold, institutional restraints, and ballgag, Ginger fights. “Fuckoff, PD,” comes out between her teeth and the ballgag. PD, calm, cool, and distant, raises her legs for better exposure and brings out the taser. He makes her come with a vibrator, then tortures her pussy. With every scream, her pussy opens and closes. The fucking machine, taser, cane, and vibrator create a heady mix. Her eyes go whacko with pleasure. After all, six orgasms. Not bad for a bondage novice.

JC carries a bundle of girl over his shoulder. Her head is taped, her wrists, her ankles. He drops her on the metal bed. PD bolts her head inside a box. Rolled metal shackles lock her wrists and ankles outward. Poor Mei. She pisses her pants. Offended, PD makes her undress, then he scrubs her down. A thick metal collar chains her neck tightly to the headboard. PD dries Mei's pussy with an industrial heat gun. Now begins a heady brew of fucking, orgasm denial, orgasm, and pain as PD whips and canes Mei, ordering her to come when he strikes her hard. PD keeps caning. Mei just keeps coming.

In Part 1, Pinky was locked in the Fiddle with a dildo up her cunt and a vibrator at her pussy, driving her mad. Now she's shackled and placed in containment for the entire shoot. The face hole opens and she's fucked in the mouth. Mr. Pogo and a vibrator make her come. After she's tormented with a sharpened cane, the fucking machine takes her in the ass. When Pinky comes, it goes on and on and. . . .on

Porn star Jade Marxx takes the plunge and lets PD scare the hell out of her by encasing her in big, heavy devices – something she's never tried before. Jade starts in the metal head cage, bilbos. and chain. After she's worn out, PD locks her onto the metal grid bed with heavy wooden stocks at both ends and u-bolts on legs, thighs, and waist. He hammers a rigid dildo into her cunt. She shudders with panic. Her fingernails dig into her palms. But Jade comes and comes and comes. Fucking machine, nose hook, and great banter between two pros make this edgy shoot hot, sexy, and fun. A fascinating study of PD's psychological and sexual expertise.

A true professional, Star suffers for PD – locked in a box, imbedded in a multi-device mechanism, then faced with endurance bondage. Only part of her face can be seen as Star sucks Mr. Pogo through a small hole in a steel box. Then PD fixes her onto a metal form, adding to her misery one hole at a time – head harness with inflatable gag, ass hook, and fucking machine. Nipple pullers, a cane, and a vibrator force her to come. And the grand finale, heavy stocks and the Horse create endurance bondage Insex-style – painful, harsh, and breathtaking.