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Her name is Victoria Sweet. This is Latin Booty Talk 4 scene 5 (2005).

She talks about this scene in an interview. This was her first anal ever. Her agent didn't tell her it was and anal scene, so she didn't find out until she arrived.

She had no prep for the scene. Nowadays, she would have had a butt plug in for a few hours and a ton of lube up that ass. But this is 2005 so no prep, no dildos and no lube. Just virgin ass and a guy with a grudge

16:55 anal begins and she is clearly in agony

18:55 the RC begins and this guy is taking no prisoners.

20:05 she takes a break doing some ATM and they change positions to cowgirl Cowgirl which allows her to control the depth

Unfortunately her teasing him in cowgirl, not letting him go full depth ends up just making him more frustrated.

So at 23:35 he puts her in doggy and does his best impression of "gimmie dat ass baby"

Fresh Meat 10 2000 Scene 2 Interracial Bang with Alexxxis Tyler and Ryan

Painal begins immediately and throughout almost all of the video.

I think I've mentioned my experience with this somewhere else before, perhaps even on this subreddit, but I don't know. I wrote this as a comment in a thread asking if anyone had told friends or family about their cage, and I went on for so long that I discovered comments cannot be over 10k characters, so instead of deleting the whole thing or editing it down I'm gonna post it here and if anyone has a lot of patience maybe they'll get something out of it.

Anyway for me it wasn't a consenting choice, I didn't tell anyone, I was found out, and it was by the worst person possible: my mother. It was actually sort of across three incidents that she discovered more and more about me, and whilst the last one was perhaps the most embarrassing in the moment, the first interaction on the subject was definitely the one which hurt the most, damaged trust the most, and brought more distance between us from then on.

I was young, freshly turned 18 I think, and still living at home. I'd bought a few toys from the adult store in town but my newest one was a CB-6000 chastity cage (this was back when they were considered good cages) and I kept it hidden down the side of my bed. I thought it was very well hidden, but apparently not well enough.

One day I'm in the passenger seat of my mums car, her driving me somewhere I can't recall, and (as we're still driving along so I cannot stop and get out) she asks me about "that thing hidden down behind my bed". I get very embarrassed and ask her how she knows about that and she said she found it cleaning, which I don't actually believe, I think she was snooping looking for sus stuff. I tell her its just a toy. She asks me what its for and I tell her she wouldn't understand.

Then it gets so much worse (I think this was the bit that really got to me) and she asks me directly: "Is it to stop you hurting girls?" And I'm like "What the fuck no!"

If she'd just googled for the name (It had "CB-6000 Chastity Cage" written on the side of the box) then she'd have perhaps understood it a bit more, but no. She has to just go and ask me directly if I'm using it to prevent myself from abusing girls!?! To be clear I had zero history with girls or anyone at the time, no one had accused me of anything, I'd done absolutely nothing wrong, so there was no reason she'd assume that about me. It was a horrible experience. I think (I can't remember exactly) she said sorry or something, and then we drove the rest of the way in silence.

A few weeks/months later she saw me going to get a late-night drink from the kitchen wearing just a shirt and black boxers (this was before I burned them all and went panties-only) and I saw her looking in confusion at my crotch. I said "What?" and she said "You're not wearing that toy thing now are you?" I was. I'd thought it was hidden well beneath the fabric, I'd checked in mirrors, but apparently it wasn't subtle enough. I didn't want to say yes because it was too mortifying, and I couldn't lie convincingly, so I just didn't answer her and looked away if I remember rightly. After like a second of me pausing she raised her hand to her mouth and badly stifled a giggle. I still remember the sound of her laughing at it, at me. I pulled my shirt hard down over my boxers and ran downstairs to my bedroom. She called after me in a happy tone that I think was meant to be comforting, "It's okay, I've seen it all before, just not in that."

I think she actually wanted to see it, because a few months later (around 19 or so I believe) the lock broke on our downstairs bathroom, the one I always used. Call me paranoid but I sometimes wonder if my mum broke it deliberately, but I suspect not because she's never been good with anything mechanical and it always was a somewhat jerky lock. Anyway it was a tiny cubical of a room not even a couple of meters square, and only I ever used that bathroom. The shower itself was raised slightly on a tile step, so the shower floor was about a foot above the bathroom floor, and the shower door was just one pane of completely transparent glass too. Of course we had all agreed over dinner that no one would come in if it was in use, and to keep the door ajar when it wasn't in use to show it was available. I also took the precaution of always playing my music loudly on my phone as I showered, to let everyone hear that the room was in use.

Anyway one day I'm in the shower and I'm shaving my legs (I'd just started doing that), and I always found that easier to do with one foot up on the ledge/seat/shelf area in the shower to shave that leg. The ledge was on the left so I was facing into the shower, with my back to the glass, my left leg up. I remember hearing a small sound that wasn't my music and thinking it was just the shower pipes or something, so thought nothing of it. I put my left leg down, bend over and eventually manage to pick up the bottle of shaving foam that had fallen off the shelf and rolled onto the shower floor, and turn around (now facing the shower door glass) and put my right leg up on the ledge to do that leg. I quickly squirt a bunch of shaving foam down my right raised leg, pick up my razer, reach out with the razer to the bottom of my leg (best place to start I've always felt) and just as I lift my head a fraction to look at my right foot and start shaving there, that's when I realise she's in the room. Not partly in the room with her head just in the door, fully standing in the middle of the small room. She wasn't even a meter from the glass and because of the raised shower floor on top of my tallness and her shortness, my waist height was barely beneath her eye level. Had I not opened the small bathroom window the glass shower door would have fogged up and given me some good amount of discretion, but I'd opened it to stop damp like she'd asked me (another thing I'm paranoid about to this day - did she ask me to always open it for this? Again, I doubt it.) and so there was no condensation at all. As it was, she's was just looking right at me through the crystal clear glass, staring straight at my no-longer-private parts.

Most exposing was that my right leg was still raised up about two feet and way off to the side, so my whole crotch was spread wide open with my cage just swaying very freely between my legs. I remember freezing still for what must have been little more than a single second but felt like an eternity, and she just continued to stare right at my genitals. I'd been shaving down there for years already, so I was completely smooth and there wasn't any hair to hide anything behind. Even if it had been a opaque cage I would have been left some tiny shred of privacy, at least then she wouldn't have seen my penis itself - but as you may know the CB-6000 was made of totally clear transparent plastic. Both my baby-smooth balls were of course pushed out and forward a bit by the base ring, my teenage boyhood laying limp inside it's little cage, with the tip of my foreskin just poking through the pee-slit to help make urination less messy. It was all hanging out there for her to see, slowly swaying lamely beneath me. After a second or so I unfroze and I hurriedly put my leg down, dropped the razer to the floor and covered myself with both hands. I basically screamed "Mum!" and she actually kept looking at me as I'm covering myself and simply said "Sorry I thought it was [name redacted] (my step-dad)", and only after saying that did she turn and walk out of the bathroom. I remember her laugh as she shut the door and then the full realization of my humiliation flooding into me.

At first I remember trying to tell myself that she somehow didn't see anything, but after thinking back on it too many times I realised she must have been stood there a decent while. I worked out when she came in, when I was done shaving my left leg, which means she was examining my bare ass for about 10 seconds, then I turned around and she got at least another 10 seconds of the show as I raised and foamed up my right leg, because I'm sure what I heard was the door opening about 20-30sec before I noticed her and covered myself. Then after coming to terms with the fact she'd definitely seen me in my cage I tried to rationalise that there was some part of me she didn't see. I told myself that at least she hadn't seen my actual asshole and I held onto that hope for a little bit, but later I remembered that I'd bent over to pick up the foam can from the floor after the noise of her entering, and she would have seen my cheeks naturally spread apart as I fumbled for it on the wet floor.

So I now accept that she saw it all, absolutely everything: the little scrotal bumps across my testicles, the shape and colour of my hole, my emasculated locked-up penis itself, and (very worst of all) the centimetre long flap of my foreskin coming out of the urinal-hole at the end of my cage. I feel worst about that foreskin part both because it'd looks especially feminine and had always been sort of secretly special to me (I thought of it as my delicate "outer labia", "labia lips" or my "clit flaps" etc, something that was in a way extra personal and intimate because I'd not seen anyone else wearing a cage like it at that time, though I now know many others do), and it's also the worst because I don't think that was anything like she would have imagined to see. It's unusual, surprising and horribly memorable and I hate that she's knows that about me. She doesn't just know I wear a cage; she's actually seen my girly little pink prepuce lips dangling down between my legs, and that knowledge really kills me.

I'm also sure she's told my three aunties (they aren't really my aunties, she doesn't have any sisters, they're just her close friends from her university days, now they're our family friends and one of them is my godmother) about what she saw because in the months after that because whenever I did meet them I clearly noticed them looking at my pants multiple times each and they'd never done anything like that before - that's one of the bits where I'm sure it's real and not just my paranoia, because my mums a total blabbermouth and older married married women don't suddenly start repeatedly staring at your crotch for no reason. I'm certain she also told my step-dad too, because she tells him everything. It galls me that the man who broke up my parents marriage (my mum cheated on my dad with him) knows that I shave myself like a girl, wear a chastity cage, make little labia flaps out of my foreskin, and therefore he knows that I am an emasculated bottom bitch. That's not the sort of personal info you want to share with your step-dad.

I now hold onto the fact that at the very least she definitely never got to see the bare glans of my penis itself (which is the most sensitive bit), because that was covered by my foreskin the whole time. I felt a little better still much later on when I learned that when we're very young the foreskin doesn't retract like it does later in life, so even when I was tiny she wouldn't have seen the exposed corona (round ridge) of my cockhead. That's the one piece of me I know for sure she's never seen.

It took me over two years to discuss any of this with my therapist, and even then it was somehow harder to talk about than any of my other issues/experiences because I know she lingered and I know she stared and I know that satiating her curiosity and indulging her voyeurism of me was more important to her than my comfort or my privacy or my dignity or me. I still remember that shower incident so clearly more than ten years later and it still makes me feel kind of a little sick. I moved out as soon as I could, and whilst I'm still close with my whole family I've never let them so much as see me without my shirt off at the beach ever again.

The only upshot of it is now, all these years later after I've had time to process it, I can sort of almost enjoy the fact she knows and has seen me in my first cage, in a submissive kinky way. I think that might have become my way of sort of coping with it all, particularly that first conversation in the car. I'm certainly not into incest, I don't fancy my mother or anything like that, but it is weirdly humiliating knowing how much she knows, how much she's seen, and what she must have told others. Not very often, but sometimes when I'm in the right mood and I'm edging close to orgasm I think (or even say) to myself various things along the lines of:

"Mummy found my chastity cage."
"Mummy knows my clitty's caged."
"Mummy laughed at my locked up clitty."
"She's seen my asshole/caged clitty/labia lips/everything."
"She's seen me naked and emasculated."
"All my aunties know."
"She told them everything."
"[Step-dads name] knows I'm a locked up bottom bitch."
Etc.

I didn't mean to go on like this. I've never gone into this much detail about those events before, but once I started it was hard to stop and it's been strangely cathartic writing it all down. I don't know if anyone will read this, but it felt good to get it out.