11:43 video
A progressive consensual bondage playtime with Mr Andrews and some jute that leaves me whimpering for release by the end. Keywords: shiny, blouse, gal friday, secretary, pantyhose, control top, microfoam tape gag, high heels, shorts, sling back, candid, fetish
8:55 video
A progressive consensual bondage playtime in bright turquoise lingerie! I prance around and lean into my bindings exploring my movement. I whine and whimper and sigh as my predicament continues. Keywords: rope, strappado, high heels, stockings, garters, suspenders, backseams, head harness gag, candid, muzzle gag
11:45 video
Raven Eve is furious that I've been cast in all the parts she used to get. Another audition is coming up, and she's decided to ensure the outcome. I'm roughly bound and gagged and left to struggle while she attends the audition. Keywords: leotard, tights, barefoot, DID, damsel in distress, rope, bondage, ballgag
18:14 video
“Hello there.” I greet Mr. Andrews. My elbows and wrists already bound behind me. I eyeball the large pair of satin panties in his hand. In my mouth they go! I mumble and mouth the fabric. Several wraps of microfoam tape secure the stuffing in place. “Do you feel properly gagged now?” David asks me. “That's what you deserve, right? A proper gag.” I nod in coo in the affirmative. Mr. Andrews inspects my gag, a hand around my neck. Then that hand drops and barely tweaks my nipple, evoking squeals and squirms from me. He unbuttons my blouse exposing my pert breasts. I watch David as he gathers a few things. As he begins to tie me, I make a face and groan. “What? I'm going to do something uncomfortable to you.” David informs me. I giggle with glee and hop in place pleased. David sits on the fireplace and unfurls a bundle of rope. I notice the tail of rope hanging in front of me. I step-dance around away from David, humming. He quickly reaches over and grabs the rope, pulling me back to him. My waist leash is then anchored under a heavy boot, and I playfully whine. A length of rope is tied above my knees, cinching them tightly together. The remainder at my waist is then passed between my knees and connected to arms. I wander and walk around in my hobbled state; My heels clicking on the hardwood floor. David cuts a couple pieces of twine, pinches one of my nipples, and begins tying. I squeal and wail throughout the process. Squeaking and stamping my foot; then immediately distracted by how bouncy the twine hanging from my nipples is. The twine is then also passed between my knees and attached to my arms. This requires me to stay bent forward or pull on my sensitive nipples. I baby step around the room, bending and cooing in my predicament. Eventually, Mr. Andrews returns and alleviates me of my nipple torment...or so I thought. He binds my ankles and reattaches the twine to them. My skirt is lifted, exposing my pantyhose covered legs and ass further. A few swats to my butt, and Mr. Andrews leaves me once again. I stand there, balancing in place for a bit before managing to sit down. Displeased that I have relieved myself of my nipple torment, David returns to readjust. I sigh and whine. I have so little movement left to me unless I want to tug painfully on my nipples. Finally, Mr. Andrews returns to release me. He clips the twine, and I am able to sit up once more. I groan with relief. However, the twine around my right nipple does not want to come off. I yowl and blubber as David removes it. He pets me as I lay my head on his lap. “Okay. Now you got to stay tied up for the whole pizza cooking.” I whimper in response. “It's only like 20 more minutes. You're good.” Other Keywords: legwarmers, nylons
15:10 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! I'm wearing reinforced heel black footless tights, a teal leotard, and tie front knit sweater. I jog around the space as I listen to music. A few full body breaths and on to neck stretches and rolls. It's important to warm up the joints, and I roll my shoulders individually forward and back. Next up are all kinds of hip rolls and bumps, around, individually. I have a moment of playful spontaneous dancing as the music inspires me. Working my way down my body, I roll my ankles both directions, arching up high and pressing my toes into the floor. I warm up my feet further, flexing up and over my toes, curling them tightly. Time to work on my strength and balance with some relevés, and end with a lift and hold. This tushy takes determination in the way of squats and lunges, and you get a backseat view to the action. Holds and bounces. I breath through the exercise and jiggle my thighs and butt cheeks. I move towards the ballet bar in case I need assistance with my balance. I bring my foot up and grab it behind me, stretching my quadriceps. A few more deep breaths, then a side, flat back, ankle reach, center, and roll up.
22:25 video
I'm flowing through a series of standing stretches in my purple thong leotard and legwarmers. Eventually, I transition to the floor and continue. Butterfly, side straddle, and then some dynamic core exercises. Suddenly, there is a XXXX on the door. “That's weird.” I state as I stand. I open the door to receive my visitor just as a man comes barreling into me. He wrestles me around, my legs flailing into the air. I grab and claw at him, but eventually his large hands encircle my delicate neck. With a burst of strength, I am lifted into the air and thrown roughly onto the couch. He swivels me around, wrapping an arm around my neck, and XXXXs me unconscious. I awake dXXXXd on a glass table. My wrists are bound behind me, and my ankles are tied off to the table legs. I strain against the ropes. Pressing my torso against the cold glass, lifting my feet off the floor as I struggle. My ass is on quite the display as I wiggle and squirm. I grunt loudly with my efforts. A door slams, and the man who attacked me enters and tosses something on the table. “What's that for?” I ask. The man grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head up as he takes a photo on his cell phone. He picks up the gag and tries to push the ball into my mouth. I press my lips tightly together, refusing him. The air rings with a resounding smack and I yelp in response when he slaps my exposed butt cheek. My mouth wide and available, he seizes the moment to shove the ball between my teeth, and buckles it in place. I whine and squeal as he fondles my chest and pushes me onto the tabletop. A thigh presses firmly against my ass, pinning my pelvis in place. Then, a length of rope is attached to my wrists, and my arms are pulled perpendicular to the table. My hands now secured out of the way and my legs tied open, I find myself rather exposed and vulnerable. The boorish brute capitalizes on my predicament and administers several swats. He releases the knot of the strappado rope, but maintains control of it. Toying with me further, giving slack to my arms only to wrench them up again. I wiggle and writhe, groaning through my gag. Next he climbs under the table and sXXXXs a few photos through the glass. A couple of scoots and he slides between my legs. From this position, he easily reaches up and begins slapping my butt cheeks. Soon, he stands, and I am given a small reprieve. This is only to set up his next amusement however. A phone is placed beneath my face and set to record. Then, the assault on my ass continues. Fast. Slow. Hard. Stingy. My torment goes on and on. Until suddenly, the man unbuckles my gag. I spit the ball out as the spanking commences once again. My yelps are now unmuffled and coming with every stroke. Eventually, he unties me and slings me over a shoulder, carrying me kicking to the bedroom...
12:18 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 my new thin spider gag and begin reading aloud from The Deep Blue Good-By. It's exceptionally challenging to maneuver my tongue around the metal ring spreading my mouth. Just like with the ballgag, my jaw begins to ache slightly, but that's nothing compared to sensation of the straps cutting into the sides of my stretched lips. As I continue to read, streams of drool slide down my chin dripping onto my chest. I find myself having to decided “do I drool on my chest, my lap, or my blouse?” Strings of drool continue to drip off my chin as I read. Eventually, I replace the bookmark, and release the strap holding the gag in place. I slowly remove the metal from my mouth and swallow any extra saliva that hasn't slipped south. I sigh with relief.
11:24 video
Dancer damsel gagged, bound, and left to struggle. Keywords: leotard, tights, barefoot, toe tied, DID, damsel in distress, rope, bondage, ballgag
10:55 video
Consensual bondage bunny dancer playtime! Keywords: microfoam tape, gag, fetish, leotard, tights, barefoot, spandex
13:20 video
I walk Lizz into the room, our stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and sit her down on the shiny sofa. I sling a leg over her lap and straddle her as I grab a pair of satin panties for her mouth. She attempts to resist me, pressing her lips forcefully together. I grin while pinching her nose, waiting patiently for her need to breathe to overtake her. Once I slip a little of the cloth into her mouth, it's only a touch more work to cram the rest in. Her mouth nicely filled, I pick up a roll of silver tape to finish the job and seal it in. Lizz bucks, trying to throw me off, but I balance long enough for David to grab a hold of her legs. I wrap the tape around Lizz's head and smooth it down. She bucks again, and I wrap myself around her and slide down her body, maintaining control. I clutch her legs to my chest as she continues to struggle. Eventually, David enters and binds her ankles. She grunts through her gag as David grabs and gropes her roughly. Left alone and unattended, Lizz stands and hops over to the window. She pushes the curtain aside only to discover it blocked off. She returns to the couch, annoyed and flops down. She strains against her bonds and tries to untie her ankles, but just can't seem to free the knot. “Aww, hello! Look at you, you made it to the floor!” I exclaim as I saunter over to the sofa. “You're very pretty on the floor.” Lizz responds by giving us the finger, and sits up as David and I discuss how to further inhibit her mobility. We XXXX her back to the floor, and I begin to maneuver her into a position for a hogtie, when David pulls my arms behind me. He grips my wrists in one hand and cinches the rope into place. Lizz rolls around on the floor, her ass completely exposed. David lashes my elbows together, then drops me onto the cushions. Pulling me upright, he takes the opportunity to shove a large pair of panties into my mouth while I'm disoriented. He packs them into my cheeks and seals them in with the same tape I just used on Lizz. I scooch away as he retrieves another bundle of rope. I struggle and strain, grunting through my gag with my efforts. David finishes tying my ankles and leaves us. Completely fed up with the situation, Lizz pushes her pumps back onto her feet, and begins sliding across the floor, determined to escape.
10:42 video
I was visiting my friend Specific Kink, and he let me try on some of his gear! I put on a large posture collar, and playfully tug on the ring. Next, I begin clasping leather straps around my legs starting with my ankles. The restrictive collar makes keeping my eyes on my task rather challenging. I shift positions, leaning over, arching back, and lifting my legs in the air. I sigh, blowing deliberately with relief. I cinch another strap just above my knees. “Other straps that are falling down.” I tell you as I reach into my sheer blouse. I lift my skirt, exposing my thighs even more, and buckle the next strap in place. I try to look at what I'm doing, but the angle combined with the posture collar makes that nearly impossible. I take quick glances, my head bobbing up and down, as I secure the last leg strap. I gently test my restraints, and caress my nylon covered legs. After a moment, I move my hair from my face and pick up a red ballgag. I place the ball between my teeth and pull the straps tight against my face. I coo and sigh as I free my hair. I show off my gag and reach for a luxurious leather armbinder, stroking the soft material. Balancing in my peeptoe heels, I bend and flex, exploring this added impediment. I teeter in my stilettos, spinning and hopping around, stretching and straining, squeaking and chirping with my efforts. Eventually sitting down, I continue to wriggle and roam on the cushions, causing one of my straps to slide. I find myself in my final position, hogtied on the sofa. I whimper and moan through my gag, a long trail of drool dripping from my lip. I manage to roll partially onto my side, but it barely provides any reprieve from the restraints. I whine and moan, exhausted, uncomfortable, helpless.
14:56 video
I await Mr Andrews, seated on the fireplace, strumming my fingers along the stone. He enters, silently picking up my collar, and lifts me to standing with a hand around my throat. His hand is immediately replaced by the collar, and I move my hair aside as he does the clasp. My arms are placed behind me, and pink cuffs are secured around my wrists with only a single metal link measuring the allowed distance between them. I wiggle and strut, casually testing the beginnings of my bonds. I lift my eyebrows excitedly and open my mouth wide for the bit gag Mr Andrews holds. I bite down as it is buckled into place. Sufficiently gagged and partially bound, Mr Andrews takes a moment to grab and grope me. Pinching my nipples through my sheer blouse and bra, he evokes grunts and whimpers. A hand encircling my neck guides my body to the side and my skirt is lifted up to my waist, exposing my panties and nylon covered ass. Presented as I am, I receive several full handed swats. Next, Mr Andrews sits down on the fireplace, legs spread wide and taps his thigh. I step between his legs and raise my foot, briefly balancing on one leg. I place my foot on his thigh, careful not to dig my high heel into him as he fastens an ankle cuff and heel strap. I coo and breathe intentionally as I work to balance myself. Without thinking, I remove my foot it's perch as he finishes the buckle. “Nobody said anything about taking it down, did they?” he reproaches me while catching my leg and replacing it. “No...” I sadly sigh. “You put it up there because I asked, right?” Mr Andrews questions me. “Yes...” I respond as he smacks my inner thigh. “Tsk, tsk, tsk...” The matching ankle cuff is put on, and I make certain not to make the same mistake. Mr Andrews moves over to the couch and seats himself just behind me. “Nobody said anything about turning, did they? Spread them.” He instructs me as his hands push my thighs apart. “I want you to relish for a moment before I take it away from you.” He continues to manipulate me as he wishes. “Remember, a good portion of your function, is to be visually appealing, right?” Mr Andrews nonchalantly questions me. He locks my ankles together in a similar fashion to my wrists, unbuttons my blouse, and continues to explore my body with his hands. Next, a short leash is clipped to my collar. “Just in case, you know, you need to be taken for a walk.” Mr Andrews tells me. I giggle in reply. “Exercised properly.” He leads me around the room, having me make tight turns. My stilettos click and clack loudly on the hardwood floor as I rush to keep up. He leaves to get a drink of water for himself and informs me that I need to stay standing. I walk and wander and stretch and stroke, attempting to be a pleasing sight. I twirl and spin to entertain myself. Eventually, Mr Andrews returns. He tosses a small carpet on the ground, and pushes me down on my knees. Folded into a ball with the leash underfoot keeps my face close to his dress shoe as I serve as a foot stool for him. I lay my face on against his foot, and let out several relaxing sighs.
13:50 video
It's chore time for this pet! And I know how much you enjoy watching me complete the tasks you've given me, so I tried to give you a pleasing view. Since I'm scrubbing the studio floor, I decided to put on some reinforced heel open foot tights and a purple cotton short sleeve leotard. I carry my bucket and rags to the corner and squeeze the water from the cloth. I crawl around on my hands and knees, scrubbing the baseboards and floor. My ass and feet on display for your viewing pleasure. I move around the room, polishing the wood. Pointing my toes, curling them under, reaching, flexing. Exerting myself slightly with my efforts. Sometimes rocking into long strokes. Other times employing quick short ones. I've nearly completed this section, and after moving a few things around, I maneuver onto my stomach and under the heavy bag. It's a rather cramped space, and I grunt and groan as I work. I slide myself free and onto all fours to finish my buffing.
10:46 video
Trash Bag Bondage! 4 Sweaty MILFs Ball-tied & Vacuum-Sealed! Then Hosed Down!
The quivering quartet sit on the floor os the warehouse. Each of the girls, a brunette, a redhead, a blond and a silver-hair,is gagged with unforgiving industrial black duct tape. Their ankles are tied together and their wrists are bound behind their knees. All four are struggling and trying to free themselves, but they cant even see their bondage. Not because they're blindfolded, but because each of them is encased in a black garbage bag, held closed around their throat by an elastic collar.
It's August. In Florida. The temperature in the warehouse is flirting with three digits (Fahrenheit). Combine this with their exertion for escape and the girls are stating to sweat. The situation is unbearable. And it's about to get worse. At the moment, they have a modicum of mobility. That's about to change.
Their colossal captor enters with a vacuum hose. Sandra is the first to feel it's effects. He inserts the hose under her collar near her throat and almost instantly drains all the air from the bag, sucking it tight around her every curve, and eliminating any part of her that isn't immobile. The other girls all receive the same treatment. Leaving a third-dozen damsels. Vacuum-seal for freshness in the oppressive heat.
The next morning he comes back. Mercifully, he removes their restrictive wrapping revealing nearly nude bound beauties. He has to clean them up for delivery. A good dousing wit a hose makes for an easy task.
16:23 video
A Trio of Struggling Girdle Bound Damsels in Distress Stretched out AOH in the Warehouse!
Classic bondage meets classic shapewear in this struggle-fest of three milf of all shapes and sizes. The tempting threesome have their wrists tied tight above their heads and their ankles anchored to the foot of the steel box spring. Unforgiving rope ladders it way up their stocking-ed and garter-ed legs, connecting to coils around their waits and terminating at a a chest harness. The parallel prisoners are kept quiet by cleave gags clamped between their teeth. Prepare to enjoy their energetic struggles from all angles!
14:05 video
Two Ballgagged & Drooling, Pantyhosed MILFs Hogtied in the Auto Shop!
Sandra and AJ are completely helpless. The comely captives are totally topless and tightly tied on the concrete floor with their nylon-clad feet tethered to the bumper mounts of a 40 year old Ford. The ballgags are a tad too big, causing a free flow of drool down their chins. What little movement they have is removed when their wrists are tethered to their feet and the car (on screen). The pretty damsels in distress can do nothing but struggle as they await their fate…
20:32 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! I'm wearing reinforced heel open foot tights, a teal leotard, raspberry pink chiffon wrap skirt, and ballet pink wrap sweater. First, I need to get my blood flowing; so I jog in place bringing my heels to my butt, working my calves. I transition to knee lifts and after a while stop and sigh and breathe. Rolling my shoulders individually forward and back. I hug myself and reach. I cross my arms behind my back and press into my chest. I roll my head, my hair falling around my face. I sigh with release, then swoop an arm up and over. I bend at the hips, keeping my back flat as I reach forward, my ass on display. Eventually releasing down to the ground, and over to center. I press my palms into the hardwood floor and shift my hips from side to side. Roll and breathe up. I adjust my leotard, and proceed to do some squats. First starting in a turned out foot position, then switching to a wide parallel. My breathing becoming slightly more labored by the end. I sigh and bend forward once again. Next up is a deep lunge. I flip my hair out of my face dramatically. Slowly lowering to a knee and leaning into the stretch. I focus my breathing, purposefully pushing the air out between my lips. I raise my foot and twist, reaching back, and let out a little gasp as modify the stretch once more. I close my eyes and moan, very focused on the moment. I transition to my next position, but first take a moment of recovery. Some butterfly stretching into a frog stretch. I shift around in my frog stretch, leaning forward and pressing back, arching my ass, pointing and flexing my feet, rolling my hips around slightly, cooing and moaning as I move. On my hands, on my elbows. Coming up to a table pose, I alternate between cat and cow stretches, and roll through my body clockwise and counter. Time for BUTT FLEXING! I alternately flex my ass cheeks to an unheard beat, and playfully lift my skirt for better viewing. Next up are some seated forward bends with pointed and flexed feet. My right foot and toes are bothering me, so I finger between my toes to work and stretch them individually. I coo as I change the song on my music device, and spread my legs wide. I lean forward with flexed feet, wiggling my toes, trying to relax, sighing through my breaths. I reach to the left and right. Finishing with a seated twist in both directions.
10:55 video
Buxom, Brutally Bound, Silk-Bloused Secretary Sandra Gagged Groped & XXXX by Lesbian Stalker Lisa!Strung-Up MILF Secretary Joined by her Office-Mates Tied Arms Overhead on Construction Site!
Continued from #1876
Both AJ and Ruth receive similar treatment as Sandra when they are dragged/hopped onto the building site and have their hand tethered high over their heads! Beautiful captives of all sizes abound as the three sexy, silky sirens try, in vain, to get free. How do you like your damsel in distress? A lithe brunette? A sexy curvy MILF? A Buxom Amazon Redhead? Why not all three?
8:09 video
Triple Escape attempt for Pantyhose-clad MILF Captives! Brunette, Redhead and Silver Damsels in Distress!
The relative comfort of the old mattress on the warehouse floor was little comfort for the almost-nude trio of tied tarts lying upon it. With sponges taped deep inside their mouths, they couldn't utter a word, but didn't have to. They knew that now that they were left alone, they had to team up to escape!
9:07 video
Model Call Hi-jinx! Vintage Vixens Girdle Bound & Gagged, Hogtied On Screen and Attempt Escape! Part 5 – Sandra, Caroline, AJ & Ruth!
Continued from last week!
1959, New York City. The classified ad in the New York Trades called for “Manhattan department store in search of female talent to model women’s foundations and undergarments. Call open to all shapes and sizes. No experience necessary. Call Diamond-7-3348 to schedule an interview.” Four gals responded to the ad:
Sandra Silvers. A buxom, silver haired housewife with womanly curves
Caroline Pierce. A waitress from downtown a round butt and a mane of long, dark hair
AJ Marion. A slim, struggling actress from the Midwest with huge eyes
Ruth Cassidy. A tall, redhead teacher from North Jersey with curls and massive tits.
The address was a run-down house that looked abandoned, but once inside the front room was clean, yet sparsely furnished. There were a few closed doors, a rack of lingerie and a broad-shouldered man sitting behind a desk.
The address wasn’t in town; it was several stops on the train going north out of the city. When each lady arrived, they filled out a form and were then asked to choose an outfit from the rack of girdles and take it into the changing room provided, then come out for test XXXX. But there was no photographer waiting. Instead, when each gal left the changing room, the man taking application was on her to quickly gag her mouth with a rag and tightly tie her up. She was then hopped into a sitting room and left to struggle. So as to not alert the neighbors, once the girl was deposited in the room, she was completely and thoroughly wrap-gagged (on screen with a close-up), after which the man would go to the changing room to collect her purse (and any cash in it) and clothes. Every hour, when the next gal arrived, she received the same treatment and the cycle started again.
After all four girls were bound and gagged, it was time for him to make his escape. At the end of the last episode, All on-screen, The quartet of quivering captives are laid on the floor, side by side and their relatively comfortable bondages were turned into hogties. Now, When they hear the door slam as he makes his getaway, all four try to help each other escape, but can they?
10:28 video
Model Call Hi-jinx! Vintage Vixens Girdle Bound & Gagged On Screen Part 4 – Sandra, Caroline, AJ & Ruth!
Continued from last week!
1959, New York City. The classified ad in the New York Trades called for “Manhattan department store in search of female talent to model women’s foundations and undergarments. Call open to all shapes and sizes. No experience necessary. Call Diamond-7-3348 to schedule an interview.” Four gals responded to the ad:
Sandra Silvers. A buxom, silver haired housewife with womanly curves
Caroline Pierce. A waitress from downtown a round butt and a mane of long, dark hair
AJ Marion. A slim, struggling actress from the Midwest with huge eyes
Ruth Cassidy. A tall, redhead teacher from North Jersey with curls and massive tits.
The address was a run-down house that looked abandoned, but once inside the front room was clean, yet sparsely furnished. There were a few closed doors, a rack of lingerie and a broad-shouldered man sitting behind a desk.
The address wasn’t in town; it was several stops on the train going north out of the city. When each lady arrived, they filled out a form and were then asked to choose an outfit from the rack of girdles and take it into the changing room provided, then come out for test XXXX. But there was no photographer waiting. Instead, when each gal left the changing room, the man taking application was on her to quickly gag her mouth with a rag and tightly tie her up. She was then hopped into a sitting room and left to struggle. So as to not alert the neighbors, once the girl was deposited in the room, she was completely and thoroughly wrap-gagged (on screen with a close-up), after which the man would go to the changing room to collect her purse (and any cash in it) and clothes. Every hour, when the next gal arrived, she received the same treatment and the cycle started again.
The last to arrive was Ruth, who was placed in the room with the already bound and gagged Sandra, Caroline and AJ…
11:30 video
Model Call Hi-jinx! Vintage Vixens Girdle Bound & Gagged On Screen Part 3 – Sandra, Caroline & AJ!
Continued from last week!
1959, New York City. The classified ad in the New York Trades called for “Manhattan department store in search of female talent to model women’s foundations and undergarments. Call open to all shapes and sizes. No experience necessary. Call Diamond-7-3348 to schedule an interview.” Four gals responded to the ad:
Sandra Silvers. A buxom, silver haired housewife with womanly curves
Caroline Pierce. A waitress from downtown a round butt and a mane of long, dark hair
AJ Marion. A slim, struggling actress from the Midwest with huge eyes
Ruth Cassidy. A tall, redhead teacher from North Jersey with curls and massive tits.
The address was a run-down house that looked abandoned, but once inside the front room was clean, yet sparsely furnished. There were a few closed doors, a rack of lingerie and a broad-shouldered man sitting behind a desk.
The address wasn’t in town; it was several stops on the train going north out of the city. When each lady arrived, they filled out a form and were then asked to choose an outfit from the rack of girdles and take it into the changing room provided, then come out for test XXXX. But there was no photographer waiting. Instead, when each gal left the changing room, the man taking application was on her to quickly gag her mouth with a rag and tightly tie her up. She was then hopped into a sitting room and left to struggle. So as to not alert the neighbors, once the girl was deposited in the room, she was completely and thoroughly wrap-gagged (on screen with a close-up), after which the man would go to the changing room to collect her purse (and any cash in it) and clothes. Every hour, when the next gal arrived, she received the same treatment and the cycle started again.
The third to arrive was AJ, who was placed in the room with the previously bound and gagged Sandra and Caroline…
9:23 video
Couple of High Heeled Captive Clubwear Clad Cuties Gagged and Groped!
He has a fulfilling career. When the nightclub is at its most raucous, he scopes out the female who he feels will earn him the most return on his investment. Tonight he hit the jackpot. A pair of sexy MILFs to please almost any buyer. One curvy and buxom, the other athletic and lithe. The pair are wheeled into loading dock of the club already bound and cleave gagged. Their long legs lashed together at ankles and knees and upper thighs creating a sexy but shelf to show off their assets. A cruel crotch rope reminds them not to struggle too much, and their arms tied tight behind their backs. First things first, those gag will never keep them quiet enough for transport. We get a close-up of the microfoam as it is wrapped around their mouths and heads sealing the cleave gag in. And now, to sample the goods. First, the curvy ones dress is pulled aside and between her massive breasts. They are quite a handful and will fetch quite a sum. Next the athletic one’s dress is pulled down to reveal pert, perky tits. Her nipples are firm, he knows a customer who will be particularly interested in that. The captives are left to wait while he pulls the delivery truck around to the overhead door… Damsel in Distress
9:46 video
Van Ride Turns to Bound & Gagged Nightmare For Clubwear Clad Cuties!
Backstory: Sandra and AJ needed a night off. Knowing this, they used a Super-ed a car to take them to the club. The moment they got there , he noticed both of them. The dancing duo were about the same height. One curvy and buxom, the other lithe and athletic. a sexy couple that checked off all the boxes. He kept his eye on them all night. It was his lucky night. The ladies stayed out a little longer, and perhaps had one or two drinks more, than they should have. And then it happened. The moment he'd been waiting for. Sandra pulled out her smart phone and he saw the familiar ride-share app open up. He knew this was his chance. His nondescript van was conveniently, and purposefully, near the entrance. Before Sandra was done with her phone he was already out the door. As soon as the girls got outside, he was waiting. "You Super-ed, ladies?" he asked. Sandra and AJ smiled and dutifully climbed in. Just as the door slides shut, a sedan pulls up behind the van looking for his fare that will never come.
Our video begins as the van is backing into the garage. We can hear muffled cries coming from behind the sheet metal. The doors open and we see our ladies. Their mouths are stuffed and duct tape is wrapped around their heads to keep it in. Their legs are bound together at ankles and knees. A cruel crotch rope digs into them at the waist and between their thighs. They are seated on the side of the cargo area and their arms are tied far above their heads. He removes each of the frantic fräulein from the van. He stands them up against the vehicle and tethers their wrists far above their heads to the roof rack, strictly stretching the lasses to their limit. He has deprived them of their freedom and now he intends on depriving them of their clothes. Sandra's is the first to go. The the slinky strapless dress was barely staying up in this position anyway, so he felt he was performing a kindness by unburdening her of it. Sandra didn't think so, and once the dress is removed, hoisting herself by her wrists, she pulls up her legs off the ground in an attempt to give him the business end of her heels as he moves along to AJ. He was big. She didn't expect him to be fast. So she was stunned when he catches her feet in mid air. Painfully dangling by her wrists and with her feet in his massive hand she is powerless when his other equally large hand crashed down on her round rump. The shock of the spank is instant, and lingers. She resolves to be more compliant. But AJ still has fight in her. She bucks and thrashes as her cuts apart her dress. He doesn't mind. He'll let them dangle overnight. That will wring the roil out of them.
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.