Updates
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0017 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
9:02 video
A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre... Mr Ogre and AJ shoot another escape video only this time, she's standing up and Ogre threatens to make her cold by shooting a clip in lingerie. She's actually wearing a short sweater, tank top, jeans and boots. She wiggles all over the place to get free. She does manage to get her wrists free, but I'm only telling you that because she does an absolutely adorable T-Rex impersonation you have to see to believe. But in the end, there is only one thing that matters: does she escape? Watch and find out!
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0016 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
17:43 video
AJ is wearing her fall clothes: a pair of orange tights, denim skirt, motorcycle boots and a huge fluffy, fuzzy sweater. She looks fantastic in her outfit and poses prettily while Ogre gets the rope all set up for afternoon bondage time. She wiggles at the camera and flirts with you while waiting her turn on the table. Her arms are the first thing restrained, wrists and elbows locked together behind her. She wiggles at this, enjoying the constriction of the ropes. Her wrists are anchored off at her waist so she can't move her arms up or down. She straddles the table and Ogre binds her ankles back to the back legs, making her lean over. He ties a chest harness on her and then anchors the harness to the front of the table. It slips down to her waist and that's when she starts complaining about the splinters in her ass. There's a sudden cut (sorry about that) and then she is receiving a hair tie that pulls her head way back. Just afterwards, black panties are stuffed into her mouth and orange vet wrap seals them in. The arm rope needed to be adjusted and she thanks him for the mild relief. She mmphs and struggles until the end of the clip. There is footage of Ogre untying the lovely damsel on the end of the video.
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0015 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
8:10 video
AJ has somehow gotten herself tied up. Highly unusual for her, isn't it? Yeah, right, whatever. Anyway, here's the deal: AJ wearing a grey tank top over a light grey bra. Grey workout sweat shorts and footless nude tights. She's also got a red ballgag wedged behind her teeth. Her elbows are welded together behind her back as her wrists are tightly bound as well. Her knees and lower legs are bound all the way to her ankles and she struggles and rolls around, trying to get free. But she's been bound pretty well and is stuck. A man enters the frame and ties her leg rope off to her wrists and then just to be a jerk he gives her a hairtie and ties that off to her toes. She languishes and complains and moans from behind the gag the whole time.
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0014 - AJ Marion & Jasmine Valley
30:07 video
This is the best idea I have ever had. I convince Jasmine Valley that it would be a hell of a lot of fun if I tie her up and then convince AJ that I am going to sell them into slavery or rent them out to some friends of mine. The best part is, Jasmine doesn't suspect how brutal I plan on being with her when I tie her up. I start by tying her wrists and her elbows together behind her back with some jute rope that we just purchased recently. I causing her forearms to touch tightly. She's grinning the whole time and we joke a bit about how awesome this is going to turn out for everybody, except poor AJ of course. I have her sit on the floor and then pull her knees up to her chest, binding them against her breasts. I cinch it up nice and tight and then frogtie her legs individually so she can't stand up or really move much at all. I put a few extra bits of rope on her, holding her arms tightly against her back and pulling everything together tighter so she has no hope of moving. I let her fall over a couple of times and make a big joke of screwing with her. A ball wrapped in a big white piece of cloth keeps her quiet while she stays still. I try to tie her hair but it's just too fine and tapered. So I pull the rope up and around her eyes, pulling her head back painfully. She really can't move much at all so I pick her up and put her against the front wall radiator to sit and suffer. She probably doesn't think this prank is such a good idea anymore after all... Jasmine squirms by the radiator and I bring AJ in by her hair. She's wearing tight, black jeans and a printed white t-shirt. Her aquamarine high heels finish the ensemble nicely. I've taken the liberty to bind her wrists, elbows and her knees. She is gagged with a black cloth with a ball inside of it. I throw her on the couch and start binding her ankles, the whole time with her fighting me. She tries throwing the rope but it doesn't go far since I have ahold of the other end of it. I turn the tie into a hogtie and start taunting her about escape. Just to make sure she isn't going anywhere, I frogtie her legs together in the hogtie. She really isn't going anywhere. AJ fights, rocking back and forth and then decides that falling off of the couch is a good idea. She flops onto the floor and starts trying to get Jasmine loose from her ropes while I decide to take photographs. I have to put the camera down and come over to make her bondage even more stringent. She whines and squeals while I add more rope to her elbows, keeping them bound tightly. I take the rest of the rope and bind it to a leg of the couch so that she can't reach Jasmine anymore. She flops around trying to reach Jasmine but is stuck just out of reach. And that's when I call the guy to come and get them. Only instead of a joke, I make sure to sound authentic...
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0013 - AJ Marion & Mr Ogre
25:45 video
4mm Over here at Ogre's World we got in some new rope! Lily and Aja from Ajarope.com were kind enough to supply us with some new rope for our collection! AJ wanted us to get some smaller diameter rope so we ordered some 4mm hemp rope from their website and I am so glad she did! It looks fantastic so we jumped right in shooting it with a clip. AJ is wearing a really cool looking pinstripe suit with long pants and a long coat. Her forearms get welded together with a ladder tie. She wriggles around in this for a short bit and then Ogre starts binding her legs together, from her ankles to her knees. She struggles around for a while and Ogre decides to tighten those ropes up even tighter so she can't move much at all. She remains ungagged throughout the clip so she can remark on the properties about the rope.
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0012 - AJ Marion & JB Roper
10:24 video
Maybe it was the stiletto pumps. Or maybe it was the shiny, blouse. Or maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Regardless, this gal Friday finds herself bound on the floor in a strange family room. A man, JB Roper, enters and fills my mouth with a large red ballgag. After securing the strap and assuring my inability to communicate, he leaves me to fully explore my restraints. I stretch out my arms behind me, twisting and turning my wrists in the rope cuffs. My pantyhose clad legs are frogtied with lengths hooked over my heels insuring I am incapable of kicking them off. I pull on the ropes hoping to loosen them, but nothing seems to budge. My pencil skirt rides farther and farther up my thighs, flashing my panties, as I shift my legs from side to side. Struggling and straining against my bonds. Grunting through my gag. Displeased with my level of maneuverability, JB returns to tighten my bindings. Satisfied that his knots will remain firm, JB adds a single length of rope to my arms, weaving it through my thighs and across my ankles. The ends knotted just out of reach. Left alone once again, I roll around the hardwood, my pantyhose catching on tiny splinters. I press up and pull against my restraints. Being XXXX face down and having difficulty rolling over, a string of drool stretches from my permanently parted lips to the floor. Finally, I'm able to flip onto my back, my arms pinned beneath me. I thrust my hips skyward and shimmy my legs, but none of my movements manage to mitigate predicament.
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0011 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
8:08 video
AJ is already half tied, arms behind her back and elbows welded together. The ballgag in her mouth keeps her from making too much noise to bother anyone but herself. She has on some grey workout shorts, a blue tank top and black sneakers when she is manhandled into the scene. She's pulled to the floor by her hair, bent over and tied while folded in half with rope. Her shirt is then cut off of her and her breasts exposed. The shirt is then tied around her eyes as a blindfold, and pressed over her nose making breathing difficult. She is flipped around and retied in a hogtie for the last minute or so of the video.
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0010 - AJ Marion & Jasmine Valley
19:49 video
It's Friday night and I invited my good friend Jasmine Valley to come spend the night! I was wearing a colorful striped bra with pink boy shorts and knee high tube socks. She stripped down to her hot pink sports bra, black boy shorts and polka dotted knee high socks. We sat on the couch for a few minutes, talking about what to do with our evening. "What are we going to do tonight?" she asked. "I have all kinds of things planned for tonight," was my reply. "First..." I run off for a second and return with a bunch of white rope. She squealed in delight and I knew we were going to have a fantastic evening. I started tying her ankles and then asked her "Are you nervous?" "A little bit," she coyly replied. "Well, you seem all excited." We giggled a bit and she said she was just a curious girl. Once I was done with her ankles, I went on to tie her knees together. They were nice and tightly bound by the time I knew she wasn't going anywhere and not just from the rope! I hopped up beside her on the couch and tied her wrists together behind her back. Once I finished with that I worked on making her elbows meet snugly and she was grinning and giggling the whole time. And then, just to finish up, I tucked a bright red ballgag behind her teeth and strapped it down super tight. Before I was finished her lips were already wet and the drool came shortly afterwards. "Are you ready for your surprise now?" She nodded enthusiastically. "I'm going to tickle you," I said and she immediately started wiggling and trying to get away from me. I was merciless, tickling her ribs and her feet and anything else I could get ahold of. She thrashed and laughed and giggled. I am sure she was getting very tired. And that's right when a big brute jumped me from behind and grabbed my arms. "Doesn't that look like fun," he asked and then started trying to subdue me. Jasmine was trying hard to keep him from getting me tied up but he was just so big and strong there wasn't much, if anything, that the two of us could do. "You're going to stomp on my foot?" he asked. "Yep!" was my only reply. He had gotten my wrists together by that point and so he threw me down on the couch and bound my hands together. Jasmine had grabbed the rope but he started yanking on it. "I guess you'll just get rope burns on your hands," he taunted. Shortly afterwards he'd managed to get my elbows together with rope on my forearms. He turned his back and I saw my chance. I stood up and started to try and run from him but he grabbed me by the hair and threw me back on the couch. He tossed Jasmine away as she was fighting him, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her to the floor. By this time he had managed to get my ankles together and was trying to cinch them when we managed to XXXX him over into a seated position. He finally bound my knees together and by this time we were stuck. The bastard pulled me up and made me sit in front of him while he stuffed some cloth in my mouth and then wrapped bright pink vetwrap over the top of it keeping me from being able to speak. "Oh man, your elbows came loose." He seemed pretty disappointed. So he wandered off for a moment and then came back to tie my upper arms together, making my elbows press together tightly. By this time we were getting worn out and so fighting him was more and more difficult. "I got an idea," he said almost menacingly. I didn't like the sound of that. A moment or two later and my ankles were tied to her neck from behind and her ankles were tied to mine. I tried talking to her and she tried untying my wrists but the jerk must have been one hell of a rope fanatic. The bindings wouldn't move at all. It was a while before we got out and were able to enjoy each other at all.
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0009 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
9:16 video
Whatever AJ does to deserve these things? Your guess is good as any. In any case, AJ starts out partially bound, wrists and arms together behind her back. She is facing the camera when a man yanks a ballgag behind her teeth and buckles it down. He flips her onto her back and then ties her knee up against her chest. Once she is in that position, he starts rebinding her arms as she keeps fiddling with the rope. She manages to untie the knot holding her knee up about the same time he ties her wrists to the opposite ankle. The right leg is retied into a hogtie position and she wiggles like crazy. He pulls the knee rope back up and ties it off again. She rolls back and forth for a good long while, tiring herself out. Which is too bad because he comes back to move her rope around. He pulls her knee back up and then binds her ankles together. She is definitely unhappy about this.
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0008 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
6:24 video
Backseams on the Red Couch
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0007 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
9:05 video
My platform, stiletto heels click on the wood floor as Mr Ogre pushes me towards the couch. Already partially bound, my wrists and elbows molded together and anchored to my shoulders, Mr Ogre tosses me unceremoniously onto the couch. I squeak and grunt as my body bounces on the cushions. He holds me down easily, his large hand encircling both of my slim ankles. He makes quick work of binding my ankles, my ombre leg warmers bunching around the ropes. I cry into the silver tape gag over my mouth, but my whimpers fall on deaf ears. Once the ankle ropes are secure and my ability to stand and walk hampered, Mr Ogre roughly sits me up. He presses me firmly down, nearly folding me in half with a hand on the back of slender neck. My eyes plead, looking around the room for any sign of possible escape, and settle on my captor. Mr Ogre soon begins lashing my knees, taking no note of my writhing and sighing. I pump my hips and squirm, but neither my restrains nor my assailant provide any relief. Mr Ogre hoists my legs in the air presenting my ass as he ties off his ends behind my knees. A couple of good swats, and I'm left to test the limits of my restraints. Shimmies. Grunts. Stamps of frustration. Apparently dissatisfied with current mobility, Mr Ogre returns to dump me face first onto the cushions, flipping me onto my stomach, and pulling me up into a hogtie. My maneuverability further limited, I strain against my bonds and whine into my gag.
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0006 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
6:13 video
Another clip where we don't do any onscreen tying, AJ starts out in delicate lingerie. Red bra and panties are accented by her thigh high fishnets, garter belt and black heels. Her legs are frogtied in a ladder tie and her arms and wrists are bound tightly together in a very artistic pattern reminiscent of shibari style ropework. The natural light in this video makes AJ look absolutely fantastic. She rolls around (as usual) and lets us all have a good look at her beautiful body. Ogre can't help but take some natural light photos of the event. If you want to see them, just let him know!
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0005 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
10:23 video
AJ is tied on top of our new display table at Ogre's World. Her knees and ankles are bound and anchored to one end of the five foot table. And her wrists are tied on the other side. She squirms and flops around, trying to get comfortable but the hard tabletop doesn't offer much relief. There is a towel there for her to kneel on but before long she is on her side, lamenting her situation already. After a short while like this, Mr. Ogre ties her hair up and adds a crotch rope. She swings forward and back, trying to find some position to relieve her aches and pains of this tie. She fiddles with her wrist ropes while he is lifting her up. He pulls the knot out of reach and she is stuck, swinging and moaning and whining through her ballgag the whole time.
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0004 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
9:45 video
A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre... AJ has asked to do a particular position for the 8 Minute Escape this time: a hairtie hogtie. Mr. Ogre hardly tells a pretty young woman no when she asks to be tied up, so they get to work. AJ has a blue tank top and stretch leggings, along with a beautiful pair of tourquoise mary jane heels. Her elbows are welded together and her legs are bound at the knees and the ankles. She rolls back and forth, even saying that her idea wasn't the best one she'd had in a while. She is definitely winded about halfway through the clip but in the end, there is only one thing that matters: does she escape? Watch and find out! Keywords: escaping, escape, game, candid, jeans, high heels
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0003 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
16:33 video
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 loopped 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 manuver into for even a moment of comfort. Mr. Ogre seems pleased with the pictures he's previwing 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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0002 - AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
6:43 video
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 yand 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, heels, hogtie, hogtied, non-nude, gag, ballgag
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0001 - AJ Marion
9:05 video
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!
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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.