11:58 video
Starring: AJ Marion I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. This is the next video in the Gagged Gal Friday series! A series in which your favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags! I've grabbed one of my spider gags for today's reading. I place the ring deep between my teeth and pull the strap tight, clasping it in place. I find my place and begin reading once more. My tongue works back and forth, up and down, trying to form the phonemes around the gag. Eventually, streams of drool roll down my chin and drip off. Eventually, I stop and remove my gag, being sure to show off the marks it leaves behind. keywords: shiny blouse, secretary, submissive, gag talk, drooling
9:58 video
Starring: AJ Marion This was a simple play partner request that I thought I would share with all of you. I am wearing white dance tights, a pink leotard, and pink t-strap dance heels. I move through a variety of stretches. keywords: candid, exercise
12:27 video
Starring: AJ Marion & David Andrews Progressive consensual tie, spread leg and bent over the office desk. Keywords: secretary, gal Friday, sheer, upskirt, pantyhose, high heels, ballgag, gag, bondage, rope, legwarmers
19:08 video
Progressive consensual standing tie with David Andrews. Keywords: leotard, legwarmers, heels, bondage, head harness gag, mouth stuffing, microfoam tape, crotch rope
14:42 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ser Ursa “Right. This. Way sweetie.” Ser Ursa states as she walks me into the studio, my wrists taped together behind me. “Let’s get you on your knees.” She continues to patronize and tease me about my dancing and life. Ursa maneuvers me onto my belly and grabs a handful of hair as she lays down next to me. Claiming that I’ve been cast in certain parts over another dancer due to her side job. “Because stupid, judgmental men can’t handle the fact that someone could use their sexuality to make money.” She explains. She retrieves some thin, black electrical tape from the window sill and begins winding it around my legs, frog tying them. I wiggle and strain against my bonds, as she works. Ser Ursa’s eyes and hands roam my body, noting it’s curves...and flatter areas. She accuses the judges of further discriminating against her girlfriend for having an “unconventional” body type, and admits she’d much rather have them in her clutches. Flipping me back onto my belly, she torments me for her amusement. Pulling my hair. Pinching me. Smacking my ass. Eventually, she decides it’s time to fill my mouth with a bright pink ballgag. “Awww, you look so cute all trussed up!” She compliments as she slaps my face. Ser Ursa lifts me to my knees once more, and stands before me, caressing her exposed flesh. “Have you ever even seen a curvy woman in your line of work? Do they exist? Do you know what a real ass is?” She jiggles her butt cheeks with her hands. “Do you wanna know? I bet you’re at least a little curious. Well you’re going to find out.” She tells me as she grabs a handful of hair and presses my head against her butt. I’m then lowered onto my back, and Ser Ursa looms above me, a predatory expression on her face. She slings a leg across my torso and gyrates her hips, gradually lowering herself closer and closer to my face. She sits back up, pushes me onto my side, and begins spanking my ass. Her hits getting harder as she goes. Her hands continue to wander over my body, groping my breasts as she passes over them. Growing bored with me, she flips me onto my stomach once more and takes my leather ballet flats! I’m then left to languish alone. Keywords: tights, pantyhose, leotard, platform heels, spandex, thong, damsel in distress, DID, ballet flats, dancer damsel, barefoot, feet, toes, soles, bondage, stockings, thigh highs, eye glasses
13:26 video
Starring: AJ Marion & David Andrews Click click, clack clack, click clack, click clack! My stilettos ring out against the hardwood floor as David Andrews pushes me towards the desk; my elbows already tightly bound behind me. I struggle and strain against him as he binds my wrists. My hands secured out of the way, he begins unbuttoning my blouse, revealing the pink, lacy bra beneath. Next, a ballgag is crammed in my mouth and buckled in place. I’m slid to seated atop the slick desk, and Mr. Andrews begins lashing my legs together. I manage to work my elbows free, but David discovers this and simply reties them even tighter than before. My pumps plunk to the floor as they fall off my feet in my flailing. A bit of cat and mouse, but Mr. Andrews reaches out across the desk and encircles my neck with a single large hand. He pulls me back to him and maneuvers me onto my belly. David jerks my skirt up to my waist, baring my butt before wrapping my ankles in rope. I squeak and squawk through my gag as he works. My body adequately restrained, Mr. Andrews rips open the ass of my control top pantyhose and fondles the flesh of my fanny. Finally, a hogtie rope is added, and David torments me further. He continues to unbutton my blouse, pulls aside the bra, and gropes my breasts. One hand around my throat, the other pinching my nipples and roaming my body. I’m then left to languish. I shimmy and slide on the surface of the shiny desk. I press up, arching high. I kick my feet, but none of the ropes loosen. Soon, David returns having found a suitable location to molest me more. The hogtie rope is removed, and I am stood up and hopped away. Keywords: gal friday, damsel in distress, nylons, high heels, clothing destruction, secretary, DID
12:23 video
Starring: AJ Marion This devoted doll has donned dress that she hopes you will find desirable as you watch her work! I pull my dress up teasingly, showing off the tops of my stockings and flashing a glimpse of gusset. I glide my finger under my garter and snap it against my thigh. A bit of swishing, and then it’s time to start crawling around on the floor. But first, I need my gag! I pick up a red bandanna from the window ledge and process to cleave gag myself. Then, it’s on to the scrubbing. I start in the corner and work my way across the floor, exposing my assets in a variety of angles I hope are appealing. I giggle and play and flip my hair as I work. Keywords: voyeur, upskirt, ass, butt, pantyhose, stockings, heels, backseams, cleave gag, layered nylon, gusset, garters, garter belt, suspender belt, submissive, house cleaning
16:06 video
Starring: AJ Marion I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. This is the next video in the Gagged Gal Friday series! A series in whichyour favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags! It's my first time wearing this ballgag, and I'm excited to try it out! I place the ball in my mouth and playfully pull the strap back and forth, giggling. I pull it tight and clasp it in place. I continue reading aloud from The Deep Blue Good-By. I read for several minutes; my lips working around the gag between them. Occasionally grunting and sighing as the gag cuts into the corners of my mouth. Eventually, I stop and remove my gag, being sure to show off the slight marks it leaves behind at the corners of my mouth. The Deep Blue Good-By part 6 Keywords: gag talk, consensual, secretary, candid, shiny
17:11 video
Starring: AJ Marion
It's time to run through some stretches and exercises in the studio! I put on some opaque black, footless dance tights, a purple leotard, and purple legwarmers. I flow through a variety of exercises and stretches as I listen to music in my ear-buds. Occasionally sighing with relief as I gently push my body.
Keywords: barefoot, feet, spandex, voyeur
11:37 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mudlover A large red ballgag fills my mouth, and I find myself strapped and locked to a narrow board. A pair of tiny red leather shorts clings to my flesh, digging into every crevice. A single strap covers my nipples. I wiggle ever so slightly as I begin to explore my bonds. Dissatisfied with the range of movement still left to my arms, Mudlover chains my wrists to the board, threading the cold, hard metal under my back. I squirm more, and probe the new restraints. The locks and chains just jingle. I moan and coo through my gag as my writhing continues. A crop is rubbed over my exposed skin. Smack! The crop connects with my inner thigh. The strap covering my nipples is removed, and the onslaught begins. I whine and sigh as I process the torment. My squeals coming faster and faster. Keywords: bare legs, high heels, camel toe, submissive, sub, topless, breasts, tits, candid, consensual, bdsm
19:04 video
Starring: AJ Marion and Mr Ogre Some casual consensual bondage time with Mr Ogre. I've just finished working out, and am still wearing my sports bra, leggings, and sneakers. I kneel on the floor in front of him, waiting patiently as he unfurls the first bundle of rope. Mr Ogre binds my forearms and elbows together, and then secures my arms to my body with a waist rope. “Give me your legs please.” Mr Ogres states flatly. I maneuver around and lay back on my bound arms, making my legs more accessible to him. I exhale purposefully. “Having a tough time?” “Yeah, this isn't the easiest...position to hold.” I smile back. “Shockingly.” Mr Ogre ties my ankles and above my knees. He then helps me back into a kneeling position to further compress my chest. I breathe and sigh as I balance through the binding. I am then lowered to the floor once again, but this time on my stomach. Mr Ogre grabs my ankles and drags me backward. “Just one more piece of rope.” he tells me. “Yeah, it's always 'just one more piece of rope'.” I complain back to him. I groan and grunt as he pulls me up into a hogtie. He then produces a rag and black vetwrap. “No no.” I whimper. “Yes yes.” he replies. “I don't think I can.” “Okay.” as he pulls my head up by my ponytail and crams the cloth in my mouth. “I think you're gonna.” and black vetwrap is wound around my head. I grumble through my gag as Mr Ogre takes pictures of my plight. After letting me languish for a bit, Mr Ogre returns and removes my shoes, threatening to tickle me. He tickles my socked feet and I squirm and squeal.
5:14 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr Ogre Sometimes a doll's job is to endure and be entertaining to her Owner! I am bound kneeling backwards on a chair. A bright red ballgag fills my mouth, and a neck and shoulder rope keep me bent forward. The rope ladders up my arms from wrists to above my elbows, pressing my forearms together. I whimper through my gag as I wiggle and squirm. Mr Ogre enters and attaches a length of rope to my wrist rope. This is then pulled down, threaded through, and secured to my ankles. I find my movement restricted even further. I sigh and groan as my discomfort increases. Is my suffering satisfying? Keywords: consensual, pervy pet, toy, high heels, pantyhose, gal Friday, secretary, submissive, sub
19:43 video
Starring: AJ Marion I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. This is the next video in the Gagged Gal Friday series! A series in which your favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags! It's time to practice my diction, but this time with a bit gag! I place the bar between my teeth and bite down gently; then strap it in place. I continue reading aloud from The Deep Blue Good-By. I read for several minutes; my lips working around the gag between them. Eventually, I stop and remove my gag, being sure to show off the slight marks it leaves behind at the corners of my mouth. The Deep Blue Good-By part 5 Keywords: gag talk, consensual, secretary, candid
14:27 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr Ogre I dress up in a pink and black bra and panty set and sexy patterned pantyhose in preparation for playtime! I'm lounging on the couch when Mr Ogre asks me, "Do you want to get tied up today?" "Yes! I! Do!" I reply enthusiastically. Mr Ogre begins to bind my wrists and elbows behind me. We banter back and forth playfully. He adds a shoulder rope and jacks my elbows up. I reposition myself, and Mr Ogre immediately starts to tie my ankles. It isn't long before I'm moaning and sighing as I settle into the arm bondage. I flip my hair a few times in an effort to get it out of my face. Mr Ogre decides to "help" me with my problem by pulling my hair into a ponytail and tying it up. He cranks my head back, extending my delicate neck. He then pushes me down, folding me in half, and secures a rope in place to keep me compressed. I groan and coo as I endure my predicament. Keywords: tights, candid, doll, sheer, lingerie, high heels, pumps
15:07 video
Starring: AJ Marion Hello Master! I love the task you gave me of finishing your tie. I've put on some of your favorite pieces of lingerie. Satin high-waisted panties, a lacy garter belt, shiny Cecilia de Rafael pantyhose, and white backseam stockings. I unfurl a length of rope, wrap it around my waist, and begin tying an exceptionally tight, crotch rope. I caress the soft fabric and slick rope. I turn around and wave my ass back and forth, contracting my hips, sliding the rope between my legs. I then retrieve another piece of rope and sit down. A rope cuff is tied around each of my ankles. I sit back in the chair, placing my arms through the wood and linking my hands as if I were bound. I begin describing the different things you could do to finish the tie. I suggest how to bind me and enforce specific shapes as well as ways to torment me further. Speaking of tormenting me...I thought these nipple clamps might be a nice addition to your tie! They have a cute chain running between them that is fun to swing. I tease down the straps of my bra, exposing my pert, pink nipples. I pinch my nipples between the tongs, gasping as the pressure is applied. I rub my nipples, exciting them further, and gently tug the chain forward. With a flick of a flourish, I produce a large pair of pink panties, and quickly begin cramming them in my mouth. I tuck into my cheeks, pushing all the fabric in, leaving my lips parted by shiny satin. Next, I secure it in place with microfoam tape. I pull the tape out and wind it around my head, smoothing it down. Nipple clamps added and gag firmly in place, I bind my ankles to the chair legs, keeping my thighs spread wide. I slip my arms through the chair slates, pressing my wrists together as if bound. I squirm around and enjoy your tie, thinking of how you might play with me. I hope the way I completed your task pleased you!
9:01 video
Starring: AJ Marion 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 has hogtied me on the floor. I'm wearing one of my favorite casual dresses with a pair of brown maryjanes. I finger at the ropes within reach, slowly but surely unravelling the hogtie rope. I roll around, causing my dress to ride up exposing my ass. I flip back and forth, adjusting my angle as I try and reach the knots, and constantly flashing my panties. But, do I escape and avoid the threat of tickling? Watch and find out! Keywords: escape, escaping, barelegs, ass, butt, panties, upskirt, candid, game, challenge
7:58 video
Starring: AJ Marion I find myself bound on the bed in a hotel room. This was suppose to be the room my boyfriend was checked into, but apparently the desk clerk made a mistake! I don't remember anything that happened after I entered the room and set my luggage down. Clearly I need to get out of my predictment as I'm certain there are more unpleasant things in store for me. Not only am I tied up, but I've also been stripped down to nothing aside from my panties! I struggle and squirm, hoping to loosen the ropes and gain my freedom. I flip back and forth, rolling around on the bed, attempting to reach any of the knots holding me. After a short while, my captor returns and adds more rope to my body, further restricting my movement. I continue to finger the fibers to no avail. I strain and pull against my restratints, grunting with my efforts. Keywords: topless, bondage, rope, ass, butt, barefoot, barefeet
13:11 video
Starring: AJ Marion I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. This is the next video in the Gagged Gal Friday series! A series in which your favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags! It's time to work on my diction! I hold up a large fuschia bandana in front of my face commenting on it's size. I then proceed to cram it into my mouth, tucking it into my cheeks. I secure it in place with microfoam tape that I wrap around my head. I find my place and begin reading aloud from The Deep Blue Good-By. After some time, I close the book and remove the tape from my face. I slowly pull the bandana out of my mouth like a magician doing a trick. It is SOAKED in spit. See you next time for Gagged Gal Friday Storytime. Keywords: microfoam tape gag, gag talk, shiny blouse, secretary, self gagging
17:22 video
It's studio time for this dancer damsel! I make some high demands of my body, and I want to be able to continue to do so! That means time in the studio for stretching and exercise. I know how much you enjoy watching me and hearing my sounds; so I've set up the camera in what I hope will be some pleasing angles for you. Send me a note and let me know what you think! Keywords: leotard, barefoot, tights, stirrup tights, ass, butt, feet, foot, excercise, stretching, spandex
22:11 video
It's important for a good gal Friday to be both acquiring new skills as well as honing and maintaining the ones they have. It's time for my typying practice! I don my pink leather cuffs and collar. I'm wearing my ankle cuffs with the heel strap, ensuring that I don't kick my heels off under my desk. I fill my mouth with a black ballgag, and strap it tightly in place. Then, I commence my typing. Click clack clickety clack. The keyboard strokes resound loudly, while the deeper clank of metal D rings hitting the desk intermittently interrupts. After 10 or so minutes, I ask, "How much longer do I have to wear this?" The sides of the straps continue to cut into the corners of my mouth, and my jaw begins to ache. As the discomfort gradually builds, I notice my speed and accuracy decreasing and redouble my efforts to focus on my typing. Drool occasionally dribbles down my chin, dripping in long strings. Eventually, I bring the practice session to a close. I gently pull the gag from my mouth, cooing with relief. Keywords: galfriday, secretary, high heels, pantyhose, leather cuffs, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, pet, doll, gag, ballgag, drool, drooling, candid, consensual, fetish, submissive
18:32 video
I've been eyeing Ser Ursa for a while now. They're just soooo stuck up and pretentious, and that really gets me going. I ambush them one day after work, and bring them to my studio. Their wrists are bound behind them, and they're hobbled at the knee. I sit them down on the wooden chair, and secure them to it. "I think it's time to take your words away." I inform them just before cramming a bright red ballgag in their mouth. I taunt them for a bit amusing myself. Next, I bind their ankles to the chair legs, pulling their knees wide, exposing their lovely lace panties. It's important to elicit a vulnerable feeling when conditioning a new toy. I sling a pantyhose covered leg over Ursa's waist, straddling them. My fingers work their way deftly down their blouse as I unbutton it. Pulling the fabric open and down, I take in all that gorgeous creamy skin. My plaything exposed, vulnerable, and helpless, I leave them there to simmer for a bit before the next stage of my seduction. Keywords: damsel in distress, gag, ballgag, stockings, thigh highs, ballet flats, shiny, blouse, gal friday, secretary, topless, bare breasts, pantyhose, cdr, high heels, rope, bondage, upskirt
19:49 video
This pervy pet is here to please with an up close and personal viewing of a pink pedicure! I know you like me to keep myself pretty from the top of my head down to my peds. I hope you enjoy watching this pretty pink pet preen for you. Keywords: foot, feet, barefoot, upskrit, toes, polish, collar, devoted doll, submissive
0:40 video
Just want to send out a HUGE thank you to all my members! I appreciate you so very much, and look forward to continuing to be your pervy pet!
12:29 video
I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. This is the next video in the Gagged Gal Friday series! A series in which your favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags! It's time to work on my diction! I gag myself with a bright red ballgag and begin reading aloud from The Deep Blue Good-By. It isn't long before I'm a foaming, drooling mess. Keywords: gal Friday, drool, gag talk, strap gag, secretary, sheer, candid
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.