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0240 - Terrified Tart in Tights Tormented - AJ Marion & Ben
17:01 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ben My wrists are tied behind me and secured around my waist. A red bandanna cleave gag fills my mouth, and I grunt and whimper through it. Ben drags me over towards a table, and I struggle against him. He easily lifts me up and places me on top of the table. I kick my feet helplessly in the air, my shoes lost long ago. Once on the table, he unties the rope around my waist, and then tethers me to the pole at my back. I tug on the ropes and look around frightened. Ben explores my body with his hands, groping my ass, face, and breast. I watch in fear as a drill is plunked onto the table. I squeak as Ben tests out the drill, bringing it noisily to life. I squeal as the cleat is screwed into the wood and finger at the ropes behind me hoping to get something to release. The brute pulls my legs out, then turns to retrieve a piece of rope. I pull my legs up again, bringing them as close to my body as I can. He returns and roughly drags out my legs once again, and makes quick work of binding my ankles. I continue to tug on my wrist rope. My ankles bound, Ben turns his attention to my dress, pulling it up showing my control top. A tool box is brought forth. Ben tosses out several tools, a hacksaw, wrench, saw… pausing briefly to consider a pair of pliers before also chucking them away. I shriek and wail as each implement is flung aside. He finally finds what he is looking for, a box cutter. Ben shoves the toolbox to the side and reaches up grabbing a handful of my dress. He slices the fabric apart, grips each side, and rips the top of my dress revealing my tits. Ben finishes shredding my dress, leaving me merely in a thong and pantyhose. The remnants of my dress hang from my arms. He pushes all the tools off the table, and they clatter to the floor loudly. Ben stretches my legs out once more and gets another length of rope. This time he cinches the rope just below my knees. Ben’s hands roam my body briefly before even more rope is wound around my thighs. I lean as far away from him as possible as he crams his hand between my legs. Displeased with my positioning, he grabs me harshly by the back of the neck and places me against the pole again. The brute then severely tightens the cinch on my thigh rope drawing a yelp from me. Ben finishes removing the rest of my dress and sets it aside. The rope wrapped around the pole is untied, and I am lifted and maneuvered further down the table and onto my stomach. A length of rope is looped through my ankle rope and secured to the cleat, requiring me to point my toes. My tops of my feet press firmly into the hard wood. The heels and toes of my pantyhosed feet are filthy. My wrist rope is finally looped through a cleat above my head on the pole, pulling my arm straight up rather stringently. Ben’s hands wander over my body, lingering on my butt. The box cutter is produced from a pocket and used to pierce my pantyhose. They are then pulled apart and peeled down exposing my posterior. Ben rubs his hands over my bare flesh, giving my butt and back and few light swats. Next, a bundle of rope is used to subject me to stinging strikes on my skin. Finally, the flat of the saw blade smacks with a slight staccato. Done amusing himself with his poor plaything for now, Ben walks away from me, and turns off the lights as he leaves. I’m left to struggle and screech in the dark. Keywords: ass, panties, cleave gag, clothing destruction, DID, feet, gag, pantyhose, rope bondage, thong, topless, rough body play
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0239 - Dancer Damsel's Delinquent Dues - AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
14:05 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye I went into the studio to practice for the upcoming theater production I’ve been cast in when I’m accosted by the studio owner, Madalynn Raye. She binds my elbows and wrists and leads me into one of the unused green rooms. She pushes me down on the couch and begins questioning me. I attempt to answer her inquiries, though not understanding where this behavior is coming from. She informs me that my last three payments to her have not cleared. I apologize, as I had no idea, and tell her that I’ll make sure to pay her right away. She’s not hearing any of it! She rubs her hands over my bound arms; then notifies me that more bondage is in store for me. “But, then you won’t get paid… because I’ll be tied up.” I try to dissuade her. “Yeah, but my heart will be full, and that’s really, all I need.” she responds with a slight smile. “Revenge.” She grabs a couple more bundles of rope as I try and continue to apologize and explain. Clearly fed up with my excuses, she wanders over and retrieves a pink pillow gag. She crams the squishy gag into my mouth and fidgets with the strap adjusting the tightness to her preference, and my discomfort. She admires her work for a moment before sitting down and unfurling another piece of rope. I carry on attempting to explain myself and assure Madalynn that I will pay her through my gag. “I’m sure you will. But, I just have a rage in my heart right now, and I need to satisfy it… by taking out my aggression on you.” she says almost sweetly. I continue attempting to convince Madalynn to change her course of action, but she will not be dissuaded. She finishes tying my ankles and caresses my legs. She then shakes the final piece of rope at me. “There’s still more.” she states flatly. “There is more. I don’t think I need it.” I mumble. “You don’t think so? I think you do because these legs just look so unbalanced, and we know as a dancer it’s all about balance and aesthetic, right?” she teases. “You have to look good.” Madalynn binds my legs together just above my knees, then leaves me to check the phones. I wiggle and squirm and shimmy in my bonds. The ropes are very tight and don’t seem to be budging at all. I writhe around on the couch, rubbing my nylon clad legs together, hoping the ropes might slip down. Madalynn returns with a single short length of rope. She helps me move to the floor on my belly, and gives me a few swats me on the ass for a job well done. “Do you do this a lot?” I query. “Ah, not as often as you’d think, but I’ve definitely perfected my craft over the years.” she replies. “I can tell.” I whine back. Madalynn pulls me up into a hogite, pats me on the head, and leaves me to consider how I’m going to pay her. I roll around on the carpet, pulling and straining against my restraints. I moan and whimper and kick my feet. I wonder when she’s coming back… Keywords: ass, bit gag, damsel in distress, DID, dancer damsel, gag, gag talk, g/g bondage, leotard, rope bondage, spandex, tights
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0003 - Suffering for the Sale - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
16:33 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
I've been working with Mr. Ogre for a couple of weeks now attempting to find the perfect location for him. We're at our third stop of the day, and I have a good feeling about it as he seems interested in some of the features. As we glance around and idly chat, he reveals that he is a fetish photographer, and explains what that means. Not wanting to loose the sale, I try not to seem shocked and let the information roll off my back."I guess everybody's got their thing right?" I shrug.He continues to explain how he really needs to take some photos in the space in order to gauge if it will suit his needs. Needless to say, I'm less than thrilled about the prospect of scheduling another visit to this house which still may not result in a sale."You look pretty flexible. I could tie you up real quick." Mr. Ogre states rather flatly.Unsure exactly how to respond, I merely restate what I believe I'm hearing. After a few exchanges (and perhaps some desperation on my part), I agree. Mr. Ogre runs out to his vehicle and returns with several bundles of rope and a red ballgag. He wastes little time binding my wrists and elbows together and anchoring it around my shoulders. My arms are then pinned and cinched to my slender waist. With some difficulty, I manage to seat myself on the table, and gasp as the cold surface presses against my bare thighs. A rope is then secured around my ankles and below my knees, and I am lowered to laying on the tabletop. I can't help it and small protests quickly issue forth from my mouth as Mr. Ogre lowers and slides me around. Sounds continue to escape from me as another rope is wrapped about my thighs, pressing them even tighter together. The rest of this length is then looped through my ankles and elbows pulling me up into a tight hogtie.Mr. Ogre decides he is tired of my snarky comments and jams the ballgag into my mouth. Finally, it's time to take some pictures. I wiggle and shift around on the tabletop. On my back, my side, pushing my ass up into the air, any way I can manage to maneuver into for even a moment of comfort. Mr. Ogre seems pleased with the pictures he's previewing on the camera display. Suddenly, he declares that he's going to retrieve his checkbook and leaves! I call after him requesting to be released when I heard the door slam."Oh my fucking god. I can't believe I agreed to this..." I mutter around the big red ball in my mouth.I strain against my bonds trying to loosen them. Arching and pressing up, slinking and sliding, grunting and moaning with effort. Keywords: damsel in distress, ballgag, gag, DID, high heels, gal Friday, secretary, rope, bondage, hemp
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0238 - Barefoot Bare Legged Babe Bound - AJ Marion
9:14 video
Starring: AJ Marion
I’m bound laying on a large log. My ankles are cinched together and pulled down while my arms are pulled towards the ground and around the trunk of the tree. A length of rope between my wrists completes the circle. A cruel crotch rope is attached to a branch high above me, and a panel gag muffles my moans. I squirm and rock very carefully on the log, not wanting to accidentally roll off. I wiggle my toes and shimmy my knees. I whine to the woods in vain. Sometime later, I am moved off the log and into a standing predicament. My elbows are bound tightly behind me and hiked up to a branch above. My wrist rope is attached to a crotch rope that is embedded deep between my ass cheeks. Each tug of my arms digs the rope in a little deeper. I bend and lean and strain against my restraints.
Keywords: ass, barefoot, care legs, damsel in distress, DID, feet, gag, outdoor, rope bondage, shorts, panel gag -
0237 - Pink Pet in the Corner - AJ Marion & David Andrews
11:47 video
Starring: AJ Marion & David Andrews
This pink pet is hoping to make you purr! I’m wearing a bright pink bra, pantie, and garter set, a pair of latte backseam stockings, and bright pink 6” sandals. I sigh and breath purposefully as I walk in my stilettos a little unsteady.“What you’re experiencing now is called ‘torture standing.’” David states.I laugh. “Oh my god. The sides of legs are screaming at me. Not the upper...it’s not my shins, and it’s not my calves. It’s the side. Yeah.” I explain to David as he massages my leg a little with one hand.“Oh there’s more.” I realize as I hear the jingling of metal. David wraps the white leather strap around my elbows, cinching it tightly.“Oh that’s just brutal is what that is. You’re welcome.” he tells me.“Thank you?” I reply.He turns me around and checks the distance between my elbows. Lots of audible, intentional breathing. I prepare myself for a large pair of white satin panties to be crammed into my mouth. David makes sure to push the panties into my cheeks. Then, white vetwrap is wound around my head, locking my lips in a permanent O position. I whine and sigh.David grabs me by the throat and maneuvers me around, inspecting me. He seats me in a nearby chair. I groan loudly with relief after standing in the torturous heels. David returns with another leather strap.“Okay. Let’s get your legs all nice and tightly strapped. And then, you can sit there and suffer in the chair for my amusement.”“Mmmhmm.” I coo back.I whimper as I begin to wriggle around in my bondage. I mewl and strain and stretch, suffering for the onlooker’s pleasure. I sling my legs up over the chair arm, showing a long line of body. Eventually, I make my way down to the floor on my knees, presenting my posterior. I wiggle my ass and lift my feet in the air. I shimmy around on my knees, turning around once again. Finally, I knee crawl my way over to you, settling between your legs to languish.
Keywords: pink pet, lingerie, high heels, pantyhose, tights, stockings, garters, suspenders, vetwrap, wrap around gag, submissive, bdsm, leather straps -
0002 - Escape Attempt Foiled - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
6:43 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
The little thing never knew what hit her. Walking from her work in that little black dress, those super high fuck me pumps just had my attention from the door halfway to her car. I couldn't help myself so I grabbed her. In the blink of an eye I had her in the car, in the trunk, ready to go. After I got her back to my hideout, I tied her into a hair and bound her elbows tight behind her back. Her legs were bound, ankle and knee, and she had no way to even call for help. The giant ballgag saw to that.She somehow got herself free from the chair, how I'll never know. She hopped to the door and that's when I caught the little bitch. I dragged her back into the room and made her get on the ground. I bound her up into a hogtie and left her to whine. Before the video runs out though, she manages to get a shoe free and you can see her pantyhosed foot! Keywords: damsel in distress, pantyhose, rope, high heels, hogtie, non-nude, gag, ballgag, bondage
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0236 - AJ & Roxxy Bondage Hangout - AJ Marion & Roxxy
25:30 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Roxxy
“Roxxy!” I exclaim.“AJ.” she responds, “hey girl...”“We’re going to tie you up!” I tell her. She claps and cheers. “I don’t know how we’re going to tie you up yet.” I state as I begin to unfurl a length of rope.“I love it when she says that to me.” Roxxy informs.“It is a Monday. Sounds like a nice way to start your fucking weeeeeeek.” I step behind Roxxy and drag a piece of rope under her breasts. “Jiggly boobies!”I tie a chest harness while we chat back and forth.“I LOVE tying BOOBIES.” I proclaim.I use the extra rope from the chest harness to give Roxxy a crotch rope, and then step back and observe my work. Roxxy turns and poses. Spinning around, hand on hip, striking various poses, feeling herself. I walk over and begin to unfurl another bundle of rope.“Don’t let her fool you. She is not… I’m the good one that follows fucking directions. You are not.” I inform the listener. Roxxy chuckles at my words.“I was waiting for you to call me out. I’m trying to be so good right now, and she’s going to expose me in a second.” Roxxy smiles back.I sit in the chair behind Roxxy and wrap rope around her upper thighs just under her buttocks. Once cinched down, I take a step away to survey my rigging.“Do a little twirl for me.” I instruct Roxxy, and she complies cutely.“Let’s see; what else do you need?” I question as I retrieve another coil of rope.We discuss possibilities of the next appendage to restrain.“Head, shoulders, knees, and hoes.” Roxxy sings.“Alright, hoe. Sit down please.” I ask her.Roxxy stumbles backwards, seating herself gracefully. I kneel next to her.“But I’m being so nice and letting you sit down while I hobble you. And then in a minute, I’m going to tell you to stand up.” I continue binding Roxxy’s legs just above her knees. I crawl around on the floor repositioning myself. Roxxy gets the giggles. I use the rest of the rope to also secure her ankles together. Roxxy shimmies her tits in her blouse.“I feel like this button is not useful.” she comments while gesturing to her top button.I reach up, undo the button, and push her blouse apart, “It’s not that it’s not useful, but it’s not necessary!”Roxxy continues to shimmy her breasts. “Yeeeees… boobies!” I exclaim excitedly.She scooches around a bit then sits back down. I ponder what I will bind next as I watch her. I lean down and pick up the length of rope I had previously laid aside.“Not my hands!” Roxxy pleads.“Well, what should I tie instead then?” I counter.“I guess my hands then..” she sighs back defeated.“How about this? I’ll be real nice, and I’ll tie them in front of you.”“I feel like that’s a good compromise because at least then I can see when I’m trying.” she smiles up at me.“Mhm.” I grin down at her.I begin tying Roxxy’s wrists together in front of her. We chat casually about the rope.“I like how pretty it is against me.” Roxxy confesses with a husky voice.“It does have a really nice contrast, doesn’t it?” I ask. “So, they’re tied in front of you.” I inform Roxxy as I walk around, pulling her hands up and over her head to be lashed to the chair back behind her. Then, I crouch down in front of her and tighten her crotch rope. I then leave Roxxy to explore her bonds and movement. She comments on her situation, and I respond in kind.“Well, I guess I need to take some of that away then.” I tell her as I walk over to grab another piece of rope. I pick up the remaining two bundles of rope and wave them at her.“Alright, so we have a long piece of rope and a short piece of rope; which one do you want? Choose.”She mumbles apprehensively.“I mean, pick your poison.” I grin at her.“Short?” she practically squeaks.“Which goblet do you want to drink out of?” I gesture with the ropes. “They’re both poisoned, but…” I giggle as I toss the long rope bundle back on the table and uncoil the short one.I survey the state of the ropes on Roxxy’s body and deliberate how to use this next piece. I twirl the rope absently as I mull over my options. Eventually, I squat down in front of her once more and attach my rope to the middle of her chest harness. I then loop it through her knee rope and pull.“You don’t have any more in you? You don’t have anymore forward?” I question as I continue to tug on the rope. “Oh, you’ve got knees up though. Yeah, give me those tip toes. I like that.”“That seems shitty. Let’s do that. Seems like it sucks a little bit.” I comment.“It does.” Roxxy admits. I burst into raucous laughter.“YES!” I give a fist pump.“But my need for approval…” Roxxy laments. I throw my head back, laughing even harder.“My need to do a good job. Oh…” I sigh at her mockingly. “I, I empathize. I do. Especially because I’m not sure where I’m going to tie this off.” I lock off the rope at her knees.“Now! What are we gonna do with this?!” I query Roxxy feverishly as I hold up the rope remainder.“The more excited you get; the more scared I get.” Roxxy giggles nervously.“That is a correct response to have.” I sit on the floor, stretching out my legs, and lounging back as I view Roxxy’s predicament.I thread the remainder of the rope under the chair seat, and secure it at her knees.“Go ahead. Wiggle around.” I instruct her.She whines about her arms, and we gab about the situation she finds herself in. I tease and mock her. I threaten her with the final piece of rope, but eventually leave her to enjoy and explore her predicament.
Keywords: rope bondage, consensual, candid, bare legs, pantyhose, sheer blouse, secretary, gal friday, high heels -
0235 - Converse, Crop, & Crotch Rope - AJ Marion
5:16 video
Starring: AJ Marion I’m laying on the floor with my arms pulled straight out to the sides. White rope encircles my wrists and ankles. My legs are raised and slightly spread. I wiggle and squirm, testing out my restraints. I press my hips high up, holding my weight on my ankles and upper back. I my hips side to side. Pressing up. Relaxing down. I kick my legs around and continue playing and exploring my movement. A crop begins caressing the inside of my thigh. I watch it slide up and down my pantyhose. Smack. A soft staccato as the leather impacts my leg. I buck and breathe, centering my focus and waiting for the next swat. The crop strokes the inside of my other leg. Another quick swat! The crop continues to wander over my skin, occasionally striking me. Random in placement and timing. Varying in intensity. I quiver and contract and vocalize. A spreader bar is tied between my ankles with a line of rope strung up above me and ending in a tight crotch rope. My hips are pulled up off the ground by the crotch rope. I close my eyes and focus intensely on my breathing. The rope is digging deeply into my waist. I swing side to side slightly, wanting to test and press my predicament, but noticing every movement tightening the crotch rope. The longer I hang there the more the ropes cut into my body. Keywords: consensual bondage, shorts, pantyhose, converse, crop, crotch rope
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0001 - Dancer Damsel Frogtie Hogtie - AJ Marion
9:05 video
Starring: AJ Marion I was just warming up in the dance studio, when he entered and grabbed me. I struggled against him desperate to get free, but was quickly overpowered. Soon, he was lashing rope around my thighs, over my tall, black leg warmers, and pulling a white cloth tightly between my lips. After binding me, I was left on the floor to wiggle and squirm. I kick my feet in the air hoping to loosen the ropes, but to no avail. My nipples harden and press into the thin material of my shirt with my writhing. After a time, my assailant decided my bonds weren't restricting enough and required modification. With each thigh rope firmly secured to my wrists, I can do little else but slide around on the floor and grunt. I pull and strain against the ropes, but they are just too tight! Keywords: dancer damsel, shorts, tights, rope bondage, cleave gag, damsel in distress, legwarmers
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0234 - Saving the Secretary - AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
12:56 video
“Why did you have to do this? This isn’t very neighborly.” Madalynn complains as she is brought into the room partially bound with her elbows behind her.“Neighborly… yeah, I really don’t care. You see, you come strutting into the office with your bible and your religion and bringing all that shit in.” I say as I sit next to her, crossing my legs. “You’re welcome to believe those things and live your life that way.“You’re damn right I am.” she interjects.“But don’t bring that shit into the office. You check that shit at the door. Because none of us want to hear about it. None of us want to hear about it.” I tell her.“But, it is my job to help save.” she responds astounded. “And you clearly...”“No. It is your JOB to do the filing.” I interrupt. “It is your JOB to type out the memos and letters and things that I give you. Go ahead struggle as much as you want sweetheart, you’re not getting out.” I shrug at her. “That is your job. It is not your job to SAAAAVE people in this office. You can save the masses outside of those doors.” I inform her.“But my job is to be everywhere and to do what I’m supposed to.” she says emphatically.“Yeah, umm… did you read your job description before you, you know, applied?” I inquire as I retrieve a piece of cloth and a roll of microfoam tape.“No, it was just filing. I know how to do that. It’s basic.” she practically scoffs.“So, your job is filing?!” I point out.She blinks back at me considering.“But the Lord...” she begins, “has a job for me to do...”“But the Lord… the Lord has a job, for you, to do, and it’s, to shut your pie hole.” I almost whisper as I cram a the cloth into her mouth. “Yeah. It’s to shut your pie hole. Yeah. Keep those right there… because if you spit them out on the floor I’m going to pick them up and I’m going to stick them back in your mouth. I might like..” I trail off and stamp my foot on the floor, grinding the ball of my shoe into the carpet. “a little bit first.”“Mmmphhmmmm…” Madalynn complains through the cloth.“I don’t even know what you just said, but you can be pissed off.” I tell her as I peel some tape free and press it firmly against her face, locking in the fabric filling her mouth.“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” I sing quietly as she protests. The microfoam muffling her mumbling.“If you’re not nice, if you struggle a bunch, I’m going to get this alllllll fucking over your hair in various places and make sure it wraps up in between the layers and shit. I can do whatever I want. See this is company time, company hours, and right now your job description…” I push her head away from me as I continue to wrap the tape around it. She complies while still complaining. “Thank you... is to sit here and take it. And learn what it is that we want from you in this office. And mostly I want you to answer the phone. I want you to do the typing that I give you. I want you to file stuff.” I continue as Madalynn protests.I smooth the last of the tape into place, and cup Madalynn’s face in my hands going over my work. Then, I lean in and place a kiss on her gagged mouth, leaving a light pink lipstick mark on the white microfoam.She squawks repeatedly giving her scorn for my salaciousness sound.“And what I don’t want you to do, is bring all of that religion up in here.” I remind her once again as I retrieve another bundle of rope from the desk.“Hmmm, yeah, are you unhappy? You look unhappy. You real cute with that little kiss mark on your face though. So unhappy. Guess what? I think that you could use some more rope. And I want you to know that if you struggle a whole bunch, it’s probably going to make me fuck this up and make it tighter than it needs to be. But, you’re welcome to do that. If you want to make that bed.” I caution Madalynn as I bind her ankles together. She shimmies her shoulders and grumbles her grievances.“So I just want you to think about what your JOB is in this office, and what your job is when you’re outside of the office. You know, see I’m not telling you you can’t be religious. I’m not telling you you can’t try and save people, I guess from themselves. Is that what you’re saving them from? You’re not saving them from anything useful probably.” I roll my eyes.“God Loves You!” I mock.Madalynn whines through her gag, trying to communicate with me.“Yeah. Okay.” I dismiss.She wiggles and shimmies and gripes.“Go ahead, make your case. Make your case. That’s fine.” I finish securing her ankles and begin running my hands up her pantyhose clad legs. She squeals and pulls her legs away.“Oh you don’t like that? You’re not going to like this either.” I disclose as I push her skirt up her thighs, exposing more of her legs.“Such a chaste girl! Ah! Ah!” I exclaim, posing with my hands in mock shock over my mouth with my knees together, then spreading my legs wide, flashing the gusset of my pantyhose. Madalynn’s eyes widen with condemnation, and she criticizes me even though her cork.“I think she called me a harlot.”“You did…”“Well, I’m going to leave you like this for a little bit, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll come back, and I’ll let you out. But, if you’re not then, I don’t know. I might add some more rope. We’ll see. Have fun sweetheart.” I say as I leave her.Madalynn stretches out her long legs. Her patent pumps creak as they rub against one another during her struggles. She eventually looses a heel to the floor, but continues pointing and flexing her foot in her attempts to wriggle free.“Let’s see… this is your favorite book, right?” I ask as I sit next to her once more holding a bible. “Your favorite book. We’ll have a little lesson right here.” I ponder as I idly open to a random place in the bible. “Yeah, I really just don’t see the appeal.” I consider, flipping to another page.Madalynn grunts and groans through her gag grumpily, clearly displeased with me. I shut the book loudly.“I don’t know. I got nothing.” I stare at her, trying to comprehend what she is endeavoring to say.“You know I usually do pretty good with gag talk, and this one… yeah, nah, I think you need to enunciate better.” I giggle at her as I wander away to discard the bible and gather another piece of rope.“Oh goodness! Well, I think, that you still seem pretty ornery. And that, you probably haven’t really learned your lesson so… down on the floor.” I point down at the carpet and wait for Madalynn to comply. “Yeah, down on the floor. I’m going to make this… way more unpleasant for you.” I confess.Madalynn begins to slide down from the couch carefully.“I’ll even help you if you want.” I reach out toward her, placing a hand on one shoulder.“Mmm mmm mmm!” she objects sharply.“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Oooooh…” I taunt as I poke Madalynn over and over again randomly.She grunts once loudly at me.“On your belly. Go on.” I gesture to the floor once again.Madalynn falls onto her side, loosing her other high heel.“Oh, you lost another shoe. Poor thing.” I criticize as Madalynn maneuvers herself prone.“Aww, good job!” I praise. “See I hired you because you were so good at following directions.” I uncoil my rope.“Now let’s see if you can follow this direction. To leave... your personal beliefs…” I loop the rope around her ankle cinch, walk forward on my knees, and lean down with my face near hers. “...at home.”She groans and glares at me, but I pay it little attention and continue fastening her hogtie rope. I notice that the ends are even, and take the time to correct the issue. She wiggles her butt, lifts her torso off the ground, and mewls into the microfoam.“It’s unfair. It’s unfair. But, I’m the boss.” I declare and then notice that her ankle tie has come loose. “I’m going to have to fix this now. You made this rope loose. We can’t have that! We don’t want your ankles coming free.” I remark as I begin retying Madalynn’s ankles. She snivels and squirms. “You’re angry. You’re upset. This is unfair. I didn’t do anything. You’re a slut. You’re a harlot. I got ya. I got ya.” I resume fastening the hogtie rope. “Oh this is so hard. Oh I’m so stressed. Oh.” I tease.Madalynn grumbles in a gravely fashion through her gag.“I found somewhere to secure it. I don't know how well it’s going to hold. You may be able to pop out. We’ll see what happens.”Madalynn flexes her toes, drawing my attention, and I can’t resist tickling her nylon clad feet. She squeals with aversion as I rub my hands on her legs. I mimic her whining as I lift her skirt to her hips and begin smacking her exposed ass. Madalynn thrashes around. I pick up her pumps and place them in front of her face, chuckling softly.“Here are your shoes.” I gently swipe Madalynn’s bangs to one side as I stand and leave her. “Well, you just think about this now. About what your job is.”Madalynn grunts and groans with her efforts. She rocks on her hips and rolls onto her side, pulling her knees towards her chest. This does nothing to free her, and merely draws the rope between her butt cheeks. She whimpers and eventually flips over to her back, pinning her bound arms beneath her. She thrusts her hips up repeatedly, swiveling them at the apex. She eventually rotates over onto her other side, moving her mouth minutely in the microfoam with muffled mewlings. She finally flips back onto her stomach, arching high into the air. She flounders around on the floor furious with the fix she’s in.
Keywords: gal Friday, secretary, bondage, rope, microfoam tape gag, pantyhose, tights, nylons, high heels, pumps, upskirt, gusset, sheer, damsel in distress, DID, mouth stuffing, gag talk -
0060 - Sensual Sequin Dress Struggle - AJ Marion
17:19 video
Partially bound in a short sequin dress, I am brought into the room and presented, showing off the blue ropes encircling my torso and arms. I am guided to sit on the couch, my legs lifted and stretched across the cushion. I lay back on my arms and raise my legs skyward, playfully kicking. Ben returns and wraps a length of rope around my ankles. I watch him and absentmindedly rock, gently feeling my bonds, and whip my hair around and out of my face. Once secured, he leaves me to enjoy myself.I immediately reposition my body, sliding my ass to the edge of the sofa. I shift my legs back and forth and shimmy my shoulders, stretching out my arms behind me. Leaning back on my elbows, I raise my legs high in the air, further exposing the control top of my pantyhose. I work my ankle rope, twisting and rotating my feet eventually reaching a crossed position. Bringing my legs down and tucking them, I writhe on the cushions feeling the fibers pressing into the flesh of my arms. I wriggle and twist, testing my maneuverability, and just enjoying my bondage.Briefly standing only to hop back onto my knees, I miscalculate and find myself flopped into the corner of the couch! A giggle trickles through my gag and joy fills my eyes. Pulling myself back up onto my knees, I lean against the sofa back squirming, my dress creeping up my hips. I slide down, stretching my body out across the cushions, and writhing on my back. My high heels squeeking as they rub together.Eventually making my way to the floor, I inch around on my knees and toes. I bend and shimmy and squirm causing my bonds to shift and cut in various ways. With my chest on the cushions and dress bunched around my waist, I wave my ass around and roll my hips. Never one to stay put for long, I find my way completely to the floor and prop my feet up momentarily.Ben reenters and removes the ropes from my legs. He pops me up to my feet effortlessly and directs me to lay on my stomach. I'm then dragged into position. Finding this particularly amusing, I can't help but vocalize. I cross my ankles and lift my ass into the air awaiting the rope. As my left ankle is cuffed, I continue my wriggling. My ankle and foot are firmly attached to my wrists. I am flipped to lay on my back, my arms, foot, and leg pinned beneath me. My movement limited, my positioning strained, I moan and breathe, turning my focus somewhat inward as my right thigh is drawn towards and attached to my chest harness. His work complete, Ben leaves me once more to explore my restraints.Left teetering on the edge, I quickly roll over into a position half on and half off the couch. With essentially only my right foot to maneuver, I try to reposition myself, but am barely able to adjust at all. My whimpers and grunts come almost constantly as I attempt to manipulate my body in it's predicament. Keywords: consensual, bondage, rope, tape gag, high heels, pantyhose
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0233 - Just a Casual Peek - AJ Marion
8:58 video
Starring: AJ Marion
I know how sometimes you just like to watch me. Just a casual peek inside my day. It’s a chilly winter day; so I’ve put on a sweater, jeans, thick black opaque tights, and converse. I’m sitting with my legs crossed in a black folding chair with a large book open in my lap, reading. I roll my ankle and shake my foot as I read. I shift around and change positions a few times while you watch me. Do you like seeing this more casual side of me?
Keywords: sweater, converse, jeans, voyeur, ignore
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0232 - Self Bondage Sabotage - AJ Marion & John Marsh
12:40 video
Starring: AJ Marion & John Marsh
I decided to go for a walk in the forest to have a little bit of fun alone time in the wilderness. Unbeknownst to me, a man catches sight of me while bird watching, and takes it upon himself to keep an eye on me to make sure nothing untoward happens.I find a nice secluded spot, begin to unpack my bag, and set up my predicament. I hook up and set my release timer; figuring 15 minutes should be a satisfying amount of struggle time. Finally, a snug crotch rope, ankle binding, and bright red ballgag complete the situation.I find myself stretched between the two trees. I wiggle and squirm and explore my bonds. I moan and coo through my gag, enjoying my helplessness. Eventually, the man wanders into my clearing, stepping on a fallen branch that breaks as he approaches, alerting me to his presence.“I guess it’s my lucky day.” he mutters.After inspecting my timer and rope set up, he feels that 6 more minutes is not nearly long enough to endure my predicament. After all, he “just found me.” He modifies my tie, rendering the release mechanism useless. I strain against my bonds trying to get something to loosen or release enough for me to free myself. I lay on the ground and reach towards the knots with my toes. I just can’t seem to reach anything useful. I whimper and whine around my gag.
Keywords: outdoor bondage, self bondage, rope, shorts, barefoot, barefeet, dirty, bikini, damsel in distress, DID, crotch rope -
0231 - Bound & Handcuffed Hottie - AJ Marion
10:11 video
Starring: AJ Marion
I’m bound with my wrists behind me, secured to the sides of a stump that’s been shaped into a “seat.” Each of my ankles are tied and fastened to the tree stump beneath me. My pantyhose clad legs rub against the rough texture of the bark and wood as I wiggle. The stump shaped and my body angled in such a way so as to drive my crotch into the hard wood even if I stay stationary. I struggle and strain against my bonds, but the ropes barely budge. I moan and groan past the big red ballgag filling my mouth. Eventually, my captor comes and changes the scenery.I next find myself spread wide, my wrists handcuffed to the structure around me. My captor has left my legs free, but has slapped on a cruel crotch rope. I shimmy and shake and squirm. I whimper and whine around the ballgag still strapped in place.
Keywords: spandex, pantyhose, high heels, outdoor bondage, ballgag, damsel in distress, handcuffs, crotch rope -
0230 - Leather & Leotards - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & David Andrews
12:52 video
Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & David Andrews David begins by cramming a large white cloth into my mouth and wrapping vetwrap around my head. I sigh as I settle into the gag. Next, Madalynn receives the same treatment, giving wide eyes. I slide my arms into the leather armbinder, and wiggle my ass as David tightens the lacing on the snug armbinder. Several shine lines gleam down my cecilia de rafael pantyhose. Once laced and snapped in place, I explore my bonds and rub the leather binder over my body. Madalynn absently caresses the shiny pantyhose adorning her legs before sliding her arms into a matching armbinder. Once she is also snapped and snug, I join her and we begin wiggling and writhing against one another. We rub the leather binders over our own bodies and each other. Madalynn gestures for me to bend over and present my butt to her. I comply, while also pulling my bound arms up and to the side, providing complete access to my cheeks. She caresses the leather over my rump and gives me a few playful swats. I kneel down and slide the soft leather in long stokes up and down her legs. Finally, we find ourselves on the couch with a leather strap buckled around our ankles. We shimmy and squirm and strain. We lay across one another and caress each other’s limbs. We rub ourselves against one another, enjoying the sensation of the nylon gliding across us. We shift around to different positions on the couch, presenting our bodies in a variety of ways as we explore how we can touch ourselves and each other. Keywords: leotard, thong, high heels, pantyhose, tights, vetwrap gag, consensual, leather, straps, armbinders, CDR
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0229 - Sealed With A Kiss - AJ Marion & John Marsh
10:26 video
Starring: AJ Marion & John Marsh I find myself with heavy leather cuffs and a collar locked on to me. Chains are also locked onto the cuffs holding my arms up and out and keeping my legs spread apart. A bright red ballgag fills my mouth. John walks over and casually inspects my bonds. He hikes up my skirt a bit before leaving me to explore and endure my bondage. I teeter forward and back in my black stiletto sandals. Leaning and swiveling and shifting; causing my miniskirt to rise higher up my hips. Rattling the chains hanging from the ceiling, I whimper and coo as a move. Eventually, John returns and adds a chain from my collar to a point above me. He locks it in place and leaves once more. I gaze up at my neck chain for a bit, pondering, before I hang heavily on the cuffs and collar. I lean forward and stick my ass out as I make eye contact. Constantly adjusting and wiggling to keep you entertained. Cooing and sighing past my gag as I sensually struggle. My nipples press against the sheer fabric of my blouse. Drool begins to drip down my chin and onto the floor. Keywords: sheer, pantyhose, tights, high heels, hottskirt, upskirt, leather cuffs, collar, chains, locks, consensual
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0228 - 9 Minute Escape - AJ Marion & Whitney Morgan
20:45 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Whitney Morgan Whitney Morgan takes on my 9 Minute Escape! This is a new series similar to videos I used to shoot with Mr. Ogre. I’m still working out all the details and rules; so, you might see things change a little as I figure out what I want! I get four pieces of rope to tie up the competitor, and they get 9 minutes to try and escape. Currently, I haven’t set any restrictions on the length of ropes I use. I begin by tying Whitney’s elbows together, anchoring it over her shoulders, and binding her wrists as well. We chat while I work, discussing different things, occasionally coming back to being dominant versus just sadistic. Two more pieces of rope frogtie Whitney’s legs. Now, it’s time for Whitney to attempt her escape! Does she manage to free herself? Watch and find out! This video will be released later in two parts. Part one will be the tying section, and part two will be the escape attempt. Keywords: escape, game, pantyhose, tights, converse, shorts, rope bondage
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0227 - Stressed Secretary - AJ Marion & John Marsh
8:22 video
Starring: AJ Marion & John Marsh I’m walked between some trees and quickly put in a strappado. A swat to the ass makes me jump and squeal, and then a bright red ballgag is crammed in my mouth. John swiftly ties a cuff on each ankle, and secures them to the trees. My legs are pulled wide and held apart. Finally, a tight crotch rope digs into my pelvis and is fastened to a tree limb behind me. I struggle and strain in my stressful bindings trying to find even a little bit of relief from the posture. I whimper and cry through my gag. Grunting with the effort of every movement. After some time, John returns to torment me further, unbuttoning my shiny satin blouse and exposing me. He changes the tree one of my ankles is secured to, and leaves me to languish. Keywords: damsel in distress, DID, gal Friday, bare legs, barefoot, ballgag, shorts, crotch rope, outdoor bondage
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0226 - Sweater Dress Struggle - AJ Marion
12:49 video
Starring: AJ Marion I was just hanging up a few clothes when someone grabbed and subdued me. Next thing I know, my legs are bound at the ankles and just above my knees. My arms have been threaded through the slats in the chair back with my wrists tied behind me. A bandanna cleave gag is pulled tightly between my teeth. I wiggle and squirm and slide around on the wooden chair in my bonds. I try everything I can think of to try and loosen the ropes, but nothing seems to budge them. I guess my captor was displeased with all my wriggling as they come and change my bindings. My sweater dress is hiked up, exposing my the gusset of my pantyhose. A crotch rope is pulled snug. My legs are spread wide with my ankles tethered to the back legs drawing them ever so slightly that direction. I continue my writhing, but only succeed in digging the ropes into my flesh more. Who knows how long I’ll be left here to languish… Keywords: sweater dress, high heels, pantyhose, tights, bondage, damsel in distress, DID, cleave gag, gusset, upskirt
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0225 - 9 Minute Escape - AJ Marion & Roxxy
27:02 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Roxxy Roxxy takes on my 9 Minute Escape! This is a new series similar to videos I used to shoot with Mr Ogre. I’m still working out all the details and rules; so, you might see things change a little as I figure out what I want! I get four pieces of rope to tie up the competitor, and they get 9 minutes to try and escape. Currently, I haven’t set any restrictions on the length of the ropes I use. So, this time, I’ve picked four longer pieces of rope for Roxxy. I begin tying her up starting with wrists crossed behind her. We chat while I finish applying her first piece of rope. Next I have her sit down, and I bind her ankles, securing them to a crossbar of the chair. The third piece of rope is applied to her thighs, and the fourth becomes a chest harness. Now, it’s time for Roxxy to attempt her escape! Does she manage to free herself? Watch and find out! Keywords: game, escape, pantyhose, shorts, high heels, bare legs, bondage, candid
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0224 - Pervy Peeks in Polka Dots - AJ Marion
18:49 video
Starring: AJ Marion I am wearing black pantyhose, black patent slingback peeptoe pumps, a shiny black and white polka dot dress, and a black knit shrug. I walk in, my stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor, and put on a slim black collar with a bell. Once fastened in place, I playfully jingle the bell a few times. Then, I sit down on a pillow and strap a pair of black cuffs on my ankles. My bright pink panties peek through the sheer nylons and decorative panty top. I retrieve the comic from the shelf, adjust the pillows, and find a relaxing position in which to read. I shift around offering a variety of views for the voyeur. Want to learn more about Stjepan Sejic or support his work? Find his page at: https://www.patreon.com/shiniebezial Keywords: upskirt, tights, feet, foot, candid, voyeur, ignore, high heels, gusset, cuffs, collar
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0223 - Vintage Romper Self Bondage Session - AJ Marion
17:04 video
Starring: AJ Marion This is a more casual self bondage video from several years ago. I’m standing in the dance studio in front of the large mirrors in my black and white vintage romper and black pumps. I have a red fabric flower pinned in my hair on the right side. I unfurl a length of rope and proceed to tie a chest harness. After weaving the rope several times on my back, I leave a tail to possibly use later. I pop down to the floor and grab more rope for my legs. I frogtie each of my legs taking care to replicate the same work on each of my stems. Once that is complete, I wander around the studio watching myself in the mirrors, Next it’s time to gag myself! I cram a large red bandanna into my mouth and seal it in with clear tape that I wrap around my head. My red lips are sculpted into an “O” by the fabric filling my mouth and visible through the tape. I grab a shorter length of rope and begin binding my wrists in front of me. I roll around on the hardwood floor showing off my ropes and my body. I come up to my feet and duck walk around, bouncing, and being generally silly. Eventually, I wave good bye. Keywords: self bondage, high heels, clear tap gag, mouth stuffing, rope, stilettos **Note to viewer: The camera work on this one can be a bit shaky, and the video drags a touch in a couple places. Additionally, the sound is quite low.
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0222 - Doll Diversion - AJ Marion
11:09 video
Starring: AJ Marion I received your instructions and found the table full of lingerie, cuffs, and a gag for me. I dress myself in the layers of nylon, beautiful green bra and panty set, and patent pumps. I walk over to the implements on the table, somewhat unsteady in these new, sky high stilettos. First, I pick up my collar and clasp it around my slim neck. I playfully jingle the bell briefly, then reach over and retrieve the bit gag. I place the gag between my teeth and clasp it tightly in my mouth. Next, I secure a pair of black cuffs on my wrists. Now, appropriately attired, I turn to face the wall and spread my legs wide. I place my hands high on the wall and lean forward, presenting my ass as you’ve instructed me. I can’t help but sway my hips slightly as I stand there feeling rather exposed and thinking about you watching me. Am I pleasing you, Sir? Do you find your doll delightful? Keywords: submissive, doll, pet, objectification, voyeur, ass, butt, pantyhose, stockings, garters, high heels, lingerie, sheer, shiny, backseams, cuffs, bit gag
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0221 - Upskirt Socks Damsel - AJ Marion
12:38 video
Starring: AJ Marion I’m relaxing on the floor wearing a tshirt, jean miniskirt, pantyhose, and thigh high burnt orange socks. The socks have three thin stripes at the top (2 orange, 1 white). I’m reading my electronic book while lounging on some large gray pillows. I shift around and wiggle my feet absently as I read. My skirt creeps up my hips slightly exposing more of my control top pantyhose. I jiggle my legs absentmindedly, absorbed in my book. I find myself with my mouth crammed full of panties that have been secured in place with a bandanna cleaved between my lips. I whine and weep into my gag the sounds muffled by the fabric. I wiggle and squirm on top of the pillows. Rope encircles my ankles and locks my knees tightly together. My wrists are bound behind me making it difficult to reach the restraints on my legs. All my struggling causes my skirt to shimmy up completely up to my waist. A peek of panties can be seen through the sheer pantyhose. I strain against my bonds, kicking my legs up into the air, flashing the gusset of my tights. I flop down on the pillows sighing. Keywords: damsel in distress, DID, upskirt
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Featured Update
0117 - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews
14:06 video
“I've had ENOUGH of you taking the spotlight!” Lizz exclaims as she shoves me onto the couch. “You and Johnny. You and Johnny. I want Johnny! I wanna dance with Johnny!”
She pulls me up to standing and places a pink bandanna between my teeth, knotting it snugly in place as she explains that I won't be attending class today.
“And then I will be the star...” Lizz daydreams, “amazing things...amazing things...”
I'm pushed down onto the sofa once more as Lizz decides which length of rope to use next. I'm jerked to my feet again and spun around. Lizz binds my elbows tightly together as she taunts me and explains why she's doing this. I begin to protest through my gag, and she quickly covers my mouth with her hand.
“Shhhh!” Lizz leans her lips close to my ear. “Did I tell you that you could talk? Because I'm pretty sure that I didn't. Didn't I just tell you to be quiet?”
Lizz throws me back on the couch, grabs more rope, and lifts my legs onto her lap. She wraps rope around my ankles, cinching them down.
“Maybe this will trigger something deep down inside of you, and you'll beg me to tie you up later.” Lizz speculates. She expounds further and begins coming on to me. “I can make you feel so much more pleasure than dancing with Johnny. I'm sure.”
I glare back at her. A final piece of rope is added above my knees, and I'm left with my “instructions.” I wiggle and squirm in my bondage, lifting my legs in the air. I flex and point my feet, but the ropes don't budge. I whimper through my gag with my efforts. I claw at the rope encircling my wrists. I strain and stretch.
Soon, Lizz returns having determined that I'm much too noisy. The bandanna is untied and crammed into my mouth, and silver tape is wound around my head.
“Maybe I don't want Johnny at all. Maybe what I really wanted was AJ...” Lizz grins as she caresses my body.
“Why don't you lay down on that couch.” Lizz suggests.
“You're not going to follow directions?” she questions and swats my ass with a crack of the rope. “Lay down. On your stomach.”
I grunt and blubber as my wrists are linked to my ankles, pulling me into a hogtie. Lizz walks her fingers up my body, and torments me for a few more moments before leaving me once again to attend dance class.
Keywords: dancer damsel, dasmel in distress, DID, bondage, leotard, tights, stirrup tights, thong, cleave gag, tape gag, mouth stuffing, struggling, rope, barefoot
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Featured Update
0045 - AJ Marion & Whitney Morgan
12:21 video
Oh dear! It seems I've upset Ms Whitney Morgan by being a better dancer than her little sister, and she's decided to take matters into her own hands. I'm XXXX into the room, walking on my knees, my maroon legwarmers little protection from the hard wood floor. The intense grinding on my bones too much to bare, I manage to get my barefeet beneath me, duck walking on the balls of my feet. Whitney hooks an arm under my back and around one bound leg and hoists me onto the couch with a grunt.
I wriggle and roll around as Whitney explains why I find myself in this situation. I grunt and whine through my mouth stuffing and vetwrap gag. Whitney continues to taunt me and rant, running her hands over my lithe body. Fed up with my muffled interjections to her tirading, she leaves me to struggle.
I wiggle my toes and writhe around, squealing into my gag. With electrical tape encircling my legs and arms, I lift and flex, pushing my ass into the air. This only serves to cause my leotard to climb further up my rump. My mobility modified, I eventually manage to sit up. I press into the couch arching my back. Having worked my butt the to edge, I tentatively slide a knee down to the floor. My chest against the couch and my backside on display, struggle and squirm. I claw at the leg lashing. Nothing I try seems to bring release.
Ms Whitney Morgan returns displeased with my attempts at freeing myself. Determined to keep me captive until the completion of the audition, she winds more electrical tape around my legs, pressing them firmly together. Additional tape is also added around my head over the vetwrap. Pleased with my predicament, she exits.
I shift my bound legs back and forth, little other movement left to me. I kick my feet and wiggle my toes. I shimmy my body side to side as I press up on my hands and the balls of my feet. Tucking my legs beneath me, I am XXXX into a kneeling position. I bend and straighten my elbows, lifting my arms into the air, but nothing seems to help. I half maneuver half slip back onto the hardwood onto my belly; my nipples displeased with the surface and catching on every minute crack as I slide around.
Keywords: electrical tape, bondage, damsel in distress, vetwrap gag, leotard, legwarmers, barefoot, bare legs, barefeet
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Featured Update
0130 - AJ Marion & Claire le Lune
8:58 video
I tip toe into the room led by Claire de Lune, my knees and elbows bound tightly with jute.
“So, I think we've had enough of that mouth...” Claire tells me.
She pulls a large red ballgag into my mouth and straps it into place. I squeak and whimper past the gag.
“Oh man. Still with all the noise!”
Taking a moment, she pulls at my leotard and runs her hands down my tights as she mocks me. Claire briskly turns me around.
“Yeah, why don't we just show everybody your ass. That's well composed.” She gives my exposed buttocks a few smacks. “So cute! Oh my god! Everybody just loves the 'darling little dancer'.” she teases. Claire helps me onto my knees, and then maneuvers me to lay on the rug.
She picks up a bundle of rope and begins binding my ankles. I wiggle and squirm, but my struggles do nothing more than wave my ass around enticingly.
“Now you can just wiggle until your heart's content.” she states as she finishes tying off my ankle rope. A few parting smacks, and she leaves me to struggle on the floor.
I roll around on the carpet, straining and stretching against my bonds. I lift my legs in the air twisting and turning, trying anything to loosen my restraints. It isn't long before Claire returns with even more rope!
“Okay, I think I've had enough of you wiggling around.” she notifies me before bending down and flipping me over.
She drags me closer by my knees, and unties the cinch there. A simple larks head attaches to my ankles while the remaining length is looped between my wrists. A few passes back and forth leaves me hogtied. She runs her hands over my body one last time before departing once again.
I whimper and cry through my gag. I flip over onto my arms, thrusting my hips high into the air. I arch up, rocking on my stomach. I reach and pull and finger at the few fibers I find, but my attempts are futile.
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Featured Update
0062 - AJ Marion
11:01 video
It's time to warm up and stretch! I'm listening to some music through my earbuds and bouncing around. I go through a variety of stretches, arching, bending, rolling, and reaching through my postures. I transition to the floor for some butterfly stretching. The soles of my feet pressed firmly together, I wiggle my toes as I lean forward and rock gently. Standing, I begin a releve sequence. Knowing that balance and ankle strength are areas in which I am attempting to increase ability, I focus intently on the exercise. Moving through turned out and parallel second and first positions and finishing with several lifts, I do not hear or notice the man entering through the doors behind me. As I gently press back down from my held balance, he violently grabs me, a large hand covering my mouth and arm encircling my chest! I kick and flail aggressively, my legs swinging in the air. I reach up with both hands, clutching at the man's forearm, attempting to rip his hand off of my face. He drags me over towards the coffee table and chair. I manage to get my feet on the tabletop, but can't gain any traction. My feet slip and slide on the slick surface. We fall back and down into the chair, but I can already feel by body getting heavy. I thrash, but eventually, everything goes dark.
I awake to find myself bound, rather uncomfortably, across the coffee table. My toes turned under. My wrists secured to my ankles beneath the table. A panel gag muffling my grunts and protestations. I wriggle around, my movements rather minuscule due to my precarious position. I squeal and moan into my gag, lifting my head and looking around. My captor returns to relax and lounges in the leather chair, resting his boots in my lap. I groan and pull against my bonds. He inspects his work, and my body, fingers digging into my thighs. Straddling me, he casually reaches out, and places a full water cup on my stomach. I immediately become remarkably still and quiet, my attention entirely on balancing the container of liquid. Witnessing my discipline and focus, my assailant softly tickles my hips, fingertips working delicately. I squeal and shriek, unable to maintain my composure for very long. The cup slowly tips forward, and water dumps forth washing over my face. I cough and XXXX and gag, trying to catch my breath and clear the water from my nostrils and eyes. My aggressor returns to further torment and humiliate me, pulling down my leotard, exposing and groping my pert breasts. Finally, he leaves me. Crying and whimpering.
Keywords: damsel in distress, dancer damsel, DID, legwarmers, barefoot, leotard, panel gag, bare legs
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Featured Update
0088 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
12:12 video
It's a quiet evening, and I've decided to get in a little stretching before calling it a day. Sporting a pair of ballet pink transition tights and a teal leotard, I flow through a variety of positions: downward dog, plank, press, up facing dog. I vary the up dog by flexing my knee and bringing up a pointed toe, first on the right, then the left. Pressing back, I spread my knees wide and reach forward all the way through my fingers. I wiggle my ass left and right warming up my hips and attempting to release some of the tension in my lower back. Flowing into a frog stretch, I make constant tiny adjustments. Moving into and between a few cat-cow stretches, I sit back on my heels, rolling my shoulders. I proceed with a few shoulder stretches. These flow into a neck and body roll sequence. Hopping forward and leaning back, I press into one final shoulder and chest opening stretch. Next up are some forward bends. I reach and hook my hands behind the balls of my feet.
As I lay there, my face in my knees, focused on bending from the hip and reaching through my chest, a man comes in and grabs me, pressing me flat onto the carpet. He pins me down and raises my arms high behind me. Having no trouble holding me in place, he takes his time binding my wrists. Once secured, he torments me, pinching a nipple and grabbing a handful of hair. I whine and protest, struggling with the small amount of movement available to me. Lengths of rope are added to my elbows and ankles. Throughout the process of binding me, my assailant lifts and flips me casually like a sack of sugar, maneuvering me into the positions he desires. I claw at the knot on my wrist restraint. Soon, I am roughly sat up, and the banana I was wearing as a headband is XXXX between my teeth.
The man gropes my breasts briefly before tossing me down by my neck. I try to roll away, but can't get very far. As I lay with my face against the carpet, a foot presses down firmly on my back. I squeal and protest as the man further torments me. A last piece of rope is added, securing me in a hogtie, and I am shoved onto my back. As I gaze up into his cold, green eyes as a foot grinds into my throat. Finally, he leaves me to roll about as I please.
A stroke of luck! My hogtie rope pulls free! But alas! The man returns before I can release the rest of the ropes.
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Featured Update
0058 - AJ Marion
12:05 video
As a dancer and bondage bunny, I am constantly working to maintain and increase my flexibility. What better way to develop that than with bondage flexibility training sessions!
For this session, I find myself stretched and spread on a wooden workbench. Rope encircling my ankles pulls my legs back and apart, leaving me uncomfortable and exposed. The cuffs securing my wrists hold me down and forward. My maneuverability significantly impaired, I swing my long legs side to side from the hips. I flex and point my feet, wiggling my toes, attempting to gain even the slightest relief at the tiniest of adjustments. Moans and gasps pour from my lips as I endure my affair. Writhing in my restraints, I pendulum my legs pursuing a pause in the relentless wrenching of my groin. I lay back, closing my eyes, bringing my focus inward. My lips pursed as I audibly exhale. My chest heaves with the breaths and my effort.
After a time, Ben enters and fills my mouth with a bright red ballgag. My predicament continues and the squirming increases in frequency until I am constantly wriggling some small part of me.
Keywords: leotard, bare legs, wrinkled soles, barefoot, consensual
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Featured Update
0018 - AJ Marion & GiGi
11:59 video
Partially bound in my dance practice gear, GiGi leads me into a living room and XXXX me to kneel on the floor. Apparently, I auditioned for and was awarded a solo in the upcoming competition over her daughter. Needless to say, this pisses her off, and she is prepared to do whatever it takes to assure her daughter dances my role in the competition today. Apparently, I am not the first team member to suffer at GiGi's hands.
"Nobody auditions against her. They all know better. And now, you're learning the lesson." GiGi states as she holds my face in place. "Do you understand?"
"This is how we learn the lesson?" I ask.
"Open your God damn mouth!" GiGi demands as she shoves a pink, knotted bandana into my mouth.
Calling me a big mouthed brat and accusing me of showing my breasts to the coach to win the part, she pinches a nipple roughly. GiGi continues to belittle me as she straddles my legs and quickly binds my knees. I beg her through my cleave gag to let me go. She merely mocks me in response.
"You're lucky I didn't break your fucking leg. That's what I did to the last girl. You got off easy." She reveals as she ties off the ends of her rope.
Moving down my legs, she threatens to snap my toes and break my feet, but instead decides to remind me of the troupe's morality agreement. Any member discovered to be participating in lewd activities is immediately dismissed. GiGi's plan is to make a record of my current predicament and share it not only with the team coach, but also on my social media. She leaves me to ponder my situation and goes to retrieve her camera.
I writhe around, lifting my tights covered legs into the air and wiggling my toes. Soon, GiGi returns with her equipment, taking video and stills. Even notifying me that she can post directly from her camera! Having acquired her blackmail materials, GiGi adds an additional piece of rope to my bonds, pulling my knees up towards my chest, folding me in half. Satisfied with her work, she pushes me over onto my side and leaves me to struggle and moan on the carpet.
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Featured Update
0097 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
12:36 video
I've auditioned for a guest part with a dance company in North Carolina, and while I performed quite exceptionally, Mr. Andrews informs me that another candidate did just a touch better. I'm obviously disappointed given all the extra work I've put into preparing for the audition. Knowing this, Mr. Andrews informs me that he might have some extra credit I could complete to put me over the top. I practically leap at him accepting the opportunity to clinch the spot. He leaves briefly to retrieve some equipment. I chatter to myself a bit while I wait for his return.
Mr. Andrews returns with a bandana, silver tape, and rope. He stands me up and faces me away from him. Each time I attempt to face him, he repositions me.
“Don't be difficult.” he states.
“I'm not being difficult!” I exclaim.
With that, Mr. Andrews unfurls a length of rope and binds my elbows behind me. I continue to question him and move around, and he nonchalantly maneuvers me where he pleases. Lifting my arms, I can do nothing but bend over, sticking out my ass.
“Hm..nice.”
I glare over my shoulder with a furrowed brow. Once my arms are secured, Mr. Andrews shoves me to my knees and fills my mouth with a large, blue bandana. I protest and whine, but my words are muffled and mostly unintelligible. The silver tape is then wrapped around my head insuring my inability to push the cloth from my mouth. Finally, Mr. Andrews lifts me into his lap, where he is better able to grope me.
“You know, I think you are going to win after all.” he informs me.
I wiggle and strain as he continues to tie my body. I end up hogtied on the carpet and left to struggle and moan on my own.
I writhe and roll around utilizing all of my strength and flexibility to try and loosen my restraints. I claw at my bonds and kick my feet. After some time, Mr. Andrews returns to torment me. Apparently, he's displeased with my amount of movement as he tightens my hogtie rope. His hands run over my body lingering on my ass and legs. He leaves me once more, but not before implying what some of the other extra credit tasks might be…
I pull against the ropes in a final attempt to free myself to no avail. Mr. Andrews returns, picks me up, and carries me away to complete my company audition.