0035 - AJ Marion
8:10 video
I was working on my splits in the dance studio when suddenly I was pinned to the floor, my cheek pressing into the hard wood. A pink bandana is quickly pulled between my teeth, and my forearms are encased in electrical tape behind me. The black tape is wound around my legs, over my ballet pink legwarmers, immobilizing me further. My assailant then tosses me in the corner and leaves me to languish in my bonds.
I thrust my legs into the air, wriggling my feet, hoping the tape will stretch. I shimmy and strain, the tape creaking as I test its limits. I whimper and cry into my cleave gag. The tape cuts into the flesh of my thighs as I bend my knees attempting to push my legwarmers and the bands of tape down. Eventually, I slide completely to the floor and writhe; my firm ass peeking out of my tiny shorts. I flex and point my feet, the adhesive strips stretching slightly with my efforts.
Displeased with all of my squirming, my aggressor pulls me into a hogtie and ditches me to roll around for the time remaining until someone recuses me. I rock on my stomach like a seesaw, arching up as far as I can. Rolling left and right from belly to back, unable to find relief or release, I heave my hips into the air. But, no matter how I struggle and strain, there is no escape.
Keywords: tape bondage, damsel in distress, shorts, legwarmers, barefoot, cleave gag, electrical tape