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Nurse Lisa Gives Vivienne Aggressive Spanking Therapy as 3 Other Mummified MILFs watch!
Part 5 of 5
Continued from Update 0160
Vivienne is mummified kneeling in a wheelchair. She watched as each of her friends had to endure different, agonizing therapies and shook as she wondered what was in store for her. Nurse pushes her tray over to the nervous blond. She bends Vivienne over and using a pair of safety shears, removes the wrapping encasing Vivienne's beautiful round ass. Not needing any other instruments, Lisa pushes the cart away. This treatment can be administered by hand. Both hands infact. Lisa caresses Viv's exposed behind and then... CRACK! Lisa's palm plans on a butt cheek and the sting makes Viv's eyes water. It's the first of many smacks she'll have to endure, each gaining in intensity and frequency until her entire ass is bright red! You get close-ups of the uncut action to watch the red rise for yourself!
When Lisa is finished, she realizes one of the patients is missing... she thinks, "Now where could she have gotten off to..." The thought is interrupted by a hand being clamped over Lisa's mouth as she's dragged away.
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Nurse Lisa Gives Extreme Foot Tickling Therapy to Mummified , Barefoot MILF as 3 Other Mummified MILFs watch!
Part 4 of 5
Continued from Update 0159
"Well, this one makes sense, " Lisa thinks to herself as she peruses the chart, "...after all, laughter IS the best medicine". as she walks over to poor AJ, who is mummified and seated in a wheelchair, her legs propped up putting her bare feet in easy reach. AJ mmmphhs and coos at the nurse, and for a moment , thinks she is being spared. Lisa removes the gag from around AJ's mount and head. and immediately AJ begs to be let go. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Lisa has a job to do. And that job is to administer Extreme Foot Tickling Therapy to this patient. The only way to know if the therapy is working is to be able to hear the laughter and squeals from the patient, so fore the duration, AJ will remain un-gagged. Lisa attacks AJ's bare soles and between her toes with fingernails and even a toothbrush, between and during laughs and screams AJ pleads for mercy, but she's going to get a full measure of treatment for the prescribed amount of time no matter what! Mummified Vivienne looks on with wide eyes as Sandra continues to endure her mummified orgasms and Ruth concentrates on her nipple agony. After the treatment is over AJ is Re-gagged. Lisa then checks the chart for her last patient...Vivienne Velvet...
Next:
Part 5 Vivienne Velvet - Aggressive Corporal Punishment through Spanking Therapy
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Nurse Lisa Gives Severe Breast Torture Therapy to Mummified Big-titted Amazon Redhead as 3 Mummified MILFs watch!
Part 3 of 5
Continued from Update 0158
This is a tall order, literally. At nearly six feet in bare feet, the long legged, massively mammaried Amazon redhead Ruth's glorious globes are at the perfect height for Nurse Lisa to theXXXXutically punish. Lisa begins with her hands, aggressively kneading Ruth's bountiful breasts. Ruth thinks to herself, "this isn't so bad...", then suddenly "OH MY GOD!" as Lisa clamps Ruth's nipples unmercifully between thumbs and forefingers. Ruth's eyes begin to tear up at the sensation. List in unrelenting. The nipple torture continues with Lisa's fingers and teeth, eventually leading to stainless steel Thai sticks and eventually topped off with aligator clamps. Ruth can barely move and screams into her gag at each increased level. She pulls at Ruth nipples, scratches at her tits. Ruth busks and moans into her gag, but can not get away. The other patients look on with a combination of XXXX and excitement. the timer goes off and Lisa decides to leave the clamps in place as she moves onto her next patient, the lithe AJ Marion...
Next:
Part 4 AJ Marion - Extreme Foot Tickling Therapy
Followed by
Part 5 Vivienne Velvet - Aggressive Corporal Punishment through Spanking Therapy
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Nurse Lisa Gives Bondage Orgasm Therapy to Mummified MILF Sandra as 3 Mummified MILFs watch!
Part 2 of 5
Continued from Update 0157
Nurse Lisa looks at her chart. The first of her four patients is Sandra. Intense Bound Orgasm Therapy. She pushes her rolling tray of instruments over the struggling, curvy captive in the hospital bed. Sandra is completely encased. Her bare feet, pleading eyes and impressive tits are all that are exposed. Lisa examines the patient, takes her vitals and decides the best course of action. She uses safety scissors to cut a triangle out of the wrap right above Sandra's pussy, just big enough to insert the business end of an eight-speed vibrator. She makes Sandra endure an orgasm on each speed. All the while Lisa her patients beautiful boobs with her lips and tongue. Once the wand as exhausted its speeds, it's time for some digital stimulation of the clitoris. The whole time the other mummified patients, Ruth, AJ and Vivienne, watch in a panic as their asylum sister is worked over. Lisa slips her left hand through the opening int he wrap, finds Sandra's clit and generously massages it, causing Sandra to climax again and again. All the while Lisa is using her free hand to grope the helpless patient. Sandra bucks and writes and collapses into the bed. This has been a successful therapy. Lisa has one more instrument left. A traditional chrome vibrator. She nests it inside Sandra's labia and turns it on low. That will keep Sandra in a constant state of orgasm while Lisa attends to her other patients. Let's see, who's next. Ah, the tall redhead with massive tits, Ruth Cassidy.
Next:
Part 3 Ruth Cassidy - Severe Breast Torture Therapy
Followed by
Part 4 AJ Marion - Extreme Foot Tickling Therapy
Part 5 Vivienne Velvet - Aggressive Corporal Punishment through Spanking Therapy
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FOUR Plastic & Vet-Wrapped MILFs Mummified in the Hospital Exam Room
Part 1 of 5
At The Silverdale Clinic we take pride in innovative and effective services we offer. Each patient is treated as an individual and all treatments are custom designed to the patient's specific aptitude and tolerances. After an intense, prolonged session of enhanced immobilization therapy, the needs of the particular patient is question is integrated into an intense regimen directed stimulation. For example, take these four subjects. Each has been completely stripped naked, immobilized and silenced with medical grade plastic wrap and adhesive gauze. The only parts of them not restrained is their bare feet, exposed breasts and faces (except for their gagged mouths, of course) The loss of control is disconcerting to the subject and each struggles to remove themselves from the situation. Let us observe them as they aggressively try, in vain, to free themselves.
Each of the four is aware that they are about to be administered an intense treatment by Nurse Lisa Harlotte, which we will also observe in the next four installments of this series.
Next:
Part 2 Sandra Silvers - Intense Bound Orgasm Therapy
Followed by:
Part 3 Ruth Cassidy - Severe Breast Torture Therapy
Part 4 AJ Marion - Extreme Foot Tickling Therapy
Part 5 Vivienne Velvet - Aggressive Corporal Punishment through Spanking Therapy
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Part 8 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: MINI_SERIES FINALE! Caroline Captured, Making 8 Bound & Gagged MILFs Loaded into the Van!
Previous Episode: Crazy Captor AJ Becomes Comely Captive #7 once KO'd by Caroline! All On-Screen!
All on Screen - Caroline is pretty proud of herself. She had conned AJ into assisting in the nabbing of all the other ladies in the office. Once those six were all tightly tied up, gagged and topless, Caroline betrayed her helper and made it seven. The contact was for eight, but she is sure her buyer will be pleased with seven. Besides, Caroline will be able to retire nicely on 87.5% of the price. As Caroline is making one last check of the knots on the secured secretaries in septuplicate (look it up ;-) She hears the van pull up just on the other side of the steel overhead doors. They're right on schedule! The door flies open and silhouetted in the sunlight is the buyer, Ben, a blond broad, bearded brute in black and boots. Caroline is proud and happy to see him. But she's concerned. He's not smiling. He counts out the beautiful booty of, um, booty and realizes Caroline is one gal short. Caroline assures him that seven is a good haul and he pleasantly assures her that he isn't going to worry about it. She's so relieved when he heads back to the van to open the sliding side door. She sure dodged that one and now she'll be rewarded for her efforts. With a sweet-smelling rag over her face. Once his strong arms were around her she probably wouldn't have been able to break free anyway, but with her consciousness slipping away, it becomes a certainty. It's lights out for our enticing entrepreneur. The contract was for eight. He has no intention of leaving, with anything less. With plenty of time to tightly tie the final piece of this awesome octadic, Her blouse is torn open for a quick peek and grope. This rouses Caroline and she is awake and aware as the rag is shoved into her mouth and, just like her seven sisters, microfoam tape is wrapped around her head to seal it in. With his eight topless trophies ready for pickup, he enlists the help of his sidekick to load the lovelies into the lorry. Starting with Ruth and continuing to Sandra, AJ, Samantha, Jackie, Lisa, Caroline and finally Vivienne, each pretty prize is lifted and carried into the waiting van. Caroline came through. Unfortunately, she'll be unavailable for future contracts.
Starring: Sandra Silvers, Ruth Cassidy, Samantha Grace, Lisa Harlotte, Jackie Christianson, Vivienne Velvet, Caroline Pierce, AJ Marion
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Barefoot, Damsel-in-Distress Trio Attempt Escape, Ultimately Betray each Other...
The three tied tarts thought they were in this together. Spirited away to the corner of a dusty warehouse, the gang of gagged girls struggle mightily to try to escape the terrifically taught ropes tethering their wrists and elbows to their ankles and knees. They soon realize the only avenue to escape is teamwork. AJ is the first to relieve herself of the rough ropes. But instead of helping her confined compatriots, she leaves them to their cinched situation. The remaining pair of pretties in peril combine their efforts to elicit themselves from the ever-tightening encumbrances, but only one of them achieves the goal and bolts for the door, leaving the other to fend for herself!
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Lovely Ladies Lashed Together with Leather, Harness-Gags Held High Above Their Heads!
Beautiful asses are on display when pretty MILFs Sandra & AJ are strapped together kneeling face-to-face!
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A Bevy of Bound MILF Broads in Ballgowns Held Hostage in Abandoned Trailer!
The three seductive dames were intent on ringing in the new year in style. It was a night out at a downtown club full of dancing and libations and then more dancing and even more libations. The bartender had been watching the three all night. A curvy, buxom , silver-haired seductress, a huge-titted amazon redhead and a long brunette gymnast. His mind ran wild about the fun he could have with any of them...or maybe all three. As the last seconds counted down until the clock struck twelve, he provided the tumultuous threesome champagne, on the house. None of them were in a state to notice the slightly "off" taste...
It's morning on January first. the sun is peeking through the dingy windows of the old mobile home. Bare light bulbs dangle from the aluminum ceiling. Around the pole and railing separating the paneled living room from the step-up ramshackle kitchen are our three sexy revelers, completely tied up and wrap gagged. They furiously fight to try to free themselves before whoever did this to them returns!
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Nabbed Secretaries Sandra & AJ Chairtied, Wheeled Into Basement, Gagged on Screen!
First was Sandra. Kneeling on her office chair and tightly tied to it, we watch as her captor adds aggressive mouth packing of an entire bandanna deep into her maw, sealing it in with coils of vetwarp completely around her head and over her mouth. As she struggles, her co-worker, AJ, is pushed in. Shes balltied in her chair, with her feet high off the ground. We get to see as she receives the same gag treatment as Sandra. The gals are left alone to struggle. Eventually, the brute returns to retrieve them for the "office party" he has planned!
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Part 7 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Crazy Captor AJ Becomes Comely Captive #7 once KO'd by Caroline! All On-Screen!
Previous Episode: Long-Legged European Seductress Becomes 6th Sexy Slave! All On-Screen!
All on Screen - AJ and Caroline stand proudly over their handiwork. On the floor before them is a hexad sexy struggling secretaries all tightly tied up and topless. Looking at the inventory bound and gagged beauties before her, thoughts of all the money this sale will generate are running though AJ's head. Caroline is thinking the same thing, but instead of surveying the restrained MILFs on the floor, her attention is squarely on AJ... Soon-to-be captive number seven.In a flash, Caroline's arm is around AJs neck! The thoughts of easy-street are instantly replaced with the harsh reality of betrayal. Now Caroline get to sell seven sirens for a higher price without the inconvenience of splitting it two ways. WIth AJ's throat in the crook of Caroline's elbow, there is no way the lithe loud-mouth will be able to shake loose. Caroline locks her one arm in place with her other and the XXXXer-hold is complete. It's only a matter of time before AJ succumbs to the grabble and goes XXXX. As the horrified half-dozen of helpless hotties looks on, Caroline begins to tie the dormant damsel. Just as the final knot is being fixed, AJ awakens. Being bound and gagged hasn't made her any less amenable, or quiet. That's OK, though, Caroline wasn't expecting her to be, and it makes gagging AJ all the more pleasurable. A rag is stuffed into AJs maw and, just as each of the struggling sorority before had, Micro foam tape is wrapped around and around her head sealing it in. AJ is placed on the pretty pile of topless tied tarts. She is to share in their fate. Now all Caroline has to do is wait for the buyers to arrive. They won't mind that Caroline is only delivering seven of the agreed upon eight ladies....right?
Next Week: Caroline Captured, Making 8 Bound & Gagged MILFs Loaded into the Van!
Starring: Sandra Silvers, Ruth Cassidy, Samantha Grace, Lisa Harlotte, Jackie Christianson, Vivienne Velvet, Caroline Pierce, AJ Marion
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4 Hooded, Hogtied Hotties Hoisted & Gagged on Screen! Blonde, Brunette, Redhead & Silver!
The quaking quartet lie, hogtied on a filthy mattress in the hot, dark warehouse. All garments have been removed except for their silky pantyhose/tights. The only thing they are wearing (with the exception of a great deal of rope) is a cloth sack over their heads, held on by a rope cleaved through their teeth. The brutish captor arrives and the thought of some relief flutters about their minds. It is fleeting. Instead, one by one, he removed their hoods and stuff their mouths with an entire sponge, and sealing it in with many over-the-hair wraps of clear packaging tape. He can see that this batch of beauties are strugglers. He'll have a hard time keeping them corralled with them wriggling all over the warehouse. He adds a rope tether to each of their chest harnesses, and hoists them up to a hook far above. Physics being a harsh mistress, she compels the captive cuties to sandwich together, their sweat-soaked bodes adding extra resistance to their perilous predicament!
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Super Struggling as Two MILF Damsels in Lingerie Left Hogtied on the Coffee Table!
Sandra and AJ are in a predicament. Long, athletic AJ is hogtied inside and to the coffee table while curvy, buxom Sandra is hogtied atop it. Clad in lacy lingerie with pantyhose under their stockings and garters, they are a fetching display of helpless femininity. Both gals have an aggressively big cloth gag holding another cloth inside their mouths. The ropes are tight. The struggling is energetic. The situation is hopeless.
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A Duo of Ass-Exposed Suspended Damsels Vet-Wrap Hooded on Screen and Taken for a Spin!
Sandra and AJ are dangling high above floor. They are suspended wrists to ankles, teardrop-style, with their perfectly proportioned posteriors prominently on display in vintage bottom girdles, garters and stockings. They are silenced by matching ballgags. They are also spinning. We get an automatic view of all angles of the two tempting topless tarts, as if they were on display in some Bondage Showroom. Brutish Ben decides that the girls just being completely helpless and silent is not enough and (on-screen) robs them of their sight and hearing by completely mummifying their heads with pink vet wrap. Once done, he applies a particularly aggressive shove to the ladies, sending them spinning counter to each other, scrambling their senses and perceptions.
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Another series I'm looking forward to exploring! Gagged gal Friday in the office! I gag myself with a bright red ballgag, and wear it while I work at the computer. Soon, drool begins to run down my chin. Nearly thirty minutes of gagwear until I finish my work and remove the gag. My jaw aches, and I wave goodbye to you.
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Part 6 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Long-Legged European Seductress Becomes 6th Sexy Slave! All On-Screen
Previous Episode: MILF Salesgirl Jackie Christianson Becomes Bound & Gagged Victim #5 - All On-Screen!
Prologue: Sandra was interested in expanding her enterprise into Europe. What she needed was an attractive, aggressive agent indigenous to the continent and multi-lingual to be the face of Sandra's company across the ocean. Vivienne was the new hire tasked with the project. Ms. Velvet traveled the main headquarters in the United States to get familiar with the company and the ladies she'll be relying on for backup in her job. Unbeknownst to her, but knownst to us, Vivienne's visit sealed not only her fate, but that of her colleagues, because now there are enough ladies to fill the order...
All on Screen - Caroline and AJ lead the long and lean blond into the warehouse. Vivienne fights the entire way. Around a bandanna cleave-gag, she angrily admonishes her captors, but it falls on deaf ears. The fierce femmes have enough on their minds, and hands with the quintet of rowdy, ravishing broads bound and gagged and squirming all over the loading dock. Between dragging dames back to the struggle pile and layer on more wrap gags, Caroline and AJ still have to get the feisty foreign female fettered for final fulfillment of their order (well, as far as AJ is concerned, this is the last lady they need to nab...) Vivienne isn't going to make it easy for them, however. The restrictive ropes are added to her ankles and knees, then her wrists, chest and elbows. A biting crotchrope is put in place and all that is left is the Microfoam gag. AJ takes the bandanna out of Vivienne's mouth to turn it into complete mouthstuffing, but with the split second Viv has with an unobstructed mouth, she threatens her pretty captors, "I will escape! And when I do, I will hunt you down like a deer!" They are the last intelligible words Ms. Velvet utters as her mouth is completely filled with cloth and wrapped all the way around with tape. The quaking quintet is now a struggling sextet of sexy slaves ready for delivery. Well, almost ready...
Next Week: Crazy Captor AJ Becomes Comely Captive #7 once KO'd by Caroline!
Starring: Sandra Silvers, Ruth Cassidy, Samantha Grace, Lisa Harlotte, Jackie Christianson, Vivienne Velvet, Caroline Pierce, AJ Marion
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I'm seated casually on the desk awaiting Mr. Andrews. As he enters, I slide onto my belly, leaning on my elbows smiling up at him. “Hello, hello.” he says as he walks towards me and around the desk. “Hello.” I chime back. “What are you doing? What are you doing?” he queries almost absently. “Attempting to be a distraction.” I grin back. “I see. I see. Oh look!” he playfully exclaims. “More distraction.” “Things to be utilized in said distraction.” Mr Andrews states as he sorts through a few bundles of rope, selecting one, and walking back to the front of the desk. I hop off the desk and place my arms behind me, assuming we'll be beginning with my elbows. As he starts cinching the wraps down, he chuckles softly to himself. “Oh dear, the chuckling has started already.” I comment. “I've got an idea.” he quickly replies flatly. “An awful idea...” “Well, we'll see where this goes.” Mr. Andrews remarks. “I guess you'll have to be the judge of that.” He continues to tie a ladder down my arms; my forearms so tight and flatly together that it's challenging to push the rope between them. I sigh as I start to settle in. After he knots off the ladder rope, I turn to face him. He picks up and unfurls another bundle then leans in close to me, reaching around, and looking over my shoulder as he binds my wrists. “Maybe...” Mr. Andrews giggles. “I might get this rope through.” I laugh heartily. “That's a tiny little gap there.” “Just push my flesh out of the way, it will be fine.” I smile back. He manages to finally get the cinches complete as we exchange a few quips back and forth. Next, and pair of rolled up pantyhose is crammed into my mouth, and microfoam tape is wrapped around my head, securing the nylons in place. Mr. Andrews lifts me up and sets me back on the desk, then maneuvers me back down onto my stomach. He makes quick work of binding my ankles as I coo and sigh. I slide around a little adjusting my body in my bondage slightly. “Oh look more rope.” Mr. Andrews states coolly. “More rope!” I muffle squeak through my gag. Mr. Andrews coils a length of rope from my ankles to my upper elbows pulling me up into a strict hogtie. I moan and sigh heavily as my movement is further restricted. He then takes a moment to run his hands over my body, lingering on my ass and pinching my nipples. I am then left there to endure my bondage. I arch up, rocking on my hips. I push my ass into the air and grab the heels of my pumps. I slide around on the shiny desk like a fish, trying to move forward, but don't manage to make it anywhere. I carefully flip over onto my back, laying on my arms and thrust my hips high into the air. As I roll back over, I let out a concerned murmur feeling myself precariously close to the edge of the desk. I remove my heels and drop them to the floor with a loud thud. I rest my hands on the small of my back, somewhat chicken winging myself. I discover immediately that this was a mistake as Mr. Andrews reappears to assure I maintain that position, having shown him the possibility. My vocalizations have become nearly rhythmic as I continue to suffer and endure. “It's time for my lunch break, so, you can just lay here and stew, okay?” Mr. Andrews tells me before leaving me once more. “Mmmhmmm...” I manage to moan. I wriggle and writhe atop the desk, groaning through my gag. I slither slide forward and not the roll of tape off the desk like the petulant pet I am.
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Two Pantyhose-Encased, Girdle-Bound MILF, Hooded and Gagged on Screen!
Sandra and AJ struggle face-to-face on the bed. Tied together with old pantyhose, the gorgeous gals try their best but cant get free. Their situation is about to get worse as we watch them both get hooded with more hose and then re-gagged on top of that!
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It's time for more dancer bondage bunny training! I'm standing under the rack in a purple thong leotard, tights, and slingback heels awaiting David Andrews. He enters and immediately begins binding my wrists behind me. I sway my hips side to side and jiggle my ass and thighs as he ties. Next, my elbows are bound tightly together. Then, a pair of white panties are produced to fill my mouth. David smiles as he pushes the panties into my cheeks, and wraps microfoam tape around my head, securing them in place. I begin sighing and cooing almost immediately. A length of rope is attached to my wrists and looped high above me, pulling my arms up, causing me to lean over in the stappado. David then leaves me to explore my bonds. I bend and lean. I wander and test the limits of my bondage, bumping into the legs of the rack. Soon, David returns with more rope. My legs are crossed at the ankles, and he begins tying them being sure to include a heel loop to keep me from kicking them off. I am left once more to explore my restraints and practice my balance. I bend and shimmy slightly, rocking my pelvis. I lean far over, practically hanging from my arms. I slowly swivel around, showing my ass. I squeak and whine quietly through my gag.
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My heels click on the hardwood as I walk over to Raven Eve and kneel before her, my hands gently clasped behind me. “I like the outfit you chose.” she smiles as she comes forward and begins tracing the stitch lines of my lingerie. “This is very pretty. I think I have something that will make it look even prettier...” “Do you?” I coo back. “I have a little rope.” and she slides to the end of the couch, picking up a bundle on the hearth. “What would you like first?” I ask. “I would like your hands behind you.” she informs me. I stand and bring my wrists together behind me as instructed. “I just wanted to showcase your, assets a little” she says nearly under her breath. I immediately bring my feet together, arch my back, and waves my ass side to side. “There ya go.” she giggles and grins as she binds my wrists. Once she finishes, I do a little turn and quick step. Raven retrieves another bundle of rope and begins unfurling it as she steps into me. I nuzzle her, and her hand wander my body, sliding over the satin and nylon. Raven begins lashing my elbows together, and I flex my shoulders to bring them as close as possible for her. “You almost don't need me to help with that.” she comments as she winds the rope around my arms. “I mean I try to make it easy.” I respond. “You make it very easy! I almost feel like I'm cheating; it's so easy.” she grins back. I shift and shimmy as she completes the tie. She tells me to “prance around” as she grabs more rope. I strut back and forth, crossing my steps and swiveling my hips as I walk. I bend and moan as I settle into my bonds. “What's next?! What's next?!” I excitedly ask. Raven seats herself, and pulls me in close to her. A length of rope is cinched down just above my knees. Appropriately hobbled, Raven asks me to walk for her, “Proper with your ass out.” I take a million tiny steps, kicking my feet up as I turn around. Upon reaching the hearth again, I bend over and wave my butt. She rubs my rump, giving it a caress and smack. “I think I have a better idea for you.” she breathes. I squeak in anticipation. “You're just so pretty standing up like that. I hate putting you on the floor.” “I could be pretty on the floor instead...” I smile as I kneel down, knees spread wide, eyes gazing up at her. Raven squats down between my legs, whispering to me as we nuzzle noses. I maneuver myself into a position to be frogtied. She frogties each leg, complete with heel loop. I reposition myself up on my heels once more, and nuzzle into Raven as she caresses me. “I just thought, 'Oh I could stand up.' No….” I laugh. Raven has plans for a final piece of rope and walks to the fireplace grab it. I duck walk over and pick up the gag with my teeth, presenting it to her. “Who doesn't like a good girl that brings her the gag?” Raven asks. The bit gag is placed between my teeth, centered, and tightened. I sigh with relief as I lean forward, coming off my heels onto my knees. I wiggle around trying to give Raven the best access to me for a crotch rope. She loops it back and forth, finally attaching it to my arm ropes. Happy with her work, she lounges on the shiny couch. “Can you make it over to me?” she queries. I waddle bounce over, and am rewarded with touches and caresses all over my body. “Maybe I'll just carry you out like this and leave you at the foot of my bed tonight.” she tells me. I giggle and coo at the possibility. “You're just too sexy not to keep.”
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Part 5 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: MILF Salesgirl Jackie Christianson Becomes Bound & Gagged Victim #5 - All On-Screen!
Last Episode: Blond Saleslady Lisa Harlotte Becomes Bound & Gagged Captive #4 - All On-Screen!
Prologue: Jackie is generally oblivious. She never notices when her customers flirt with her. She certainly didn't notice that when she got back to the office, it was almost completely empty. Vivienne was in her office on the phone yelling at someone in a language Jackie didn't understand, so Jackie gave her a wide berth. Jackie never noticed none of the other ladies she works with was around. Jackie had just plopped down in her own office when her phone rang. It was an internal call. "Hey, Jackie," Caroline's sweet voice could be heard on the line, "can you come down to the warehouse? AJ and I think that the delivery guys messed up your last shipment." Jackie hopped up from her chair and headed to the warehouse...
All on Screen - Caroline and AJ both lead the cleave gagged Jackie towards the loading dock. Once Jackie sees her four sexy, topless and completely bound & gagged associates, she begins to furiously fight back. But she is outnumbered two to one. Quickly, AJ and Caroline have Jackie's hand tied behind her back, and at that point, it's just a matter of time. But for the pair of captrixes, as the pile of sexy, struggling business women gets bigger, corralling them gets more complicated. AJ and Caroline have to take turns tying Jackie's ankles, knees, chest, arms and crotch-rope because they have to keep dragging ladies back to the group as they wriggle away. Finally the girls are all dragged back together, and Jackie is added to their ranks. Jackie's relatively comfortable bandanna gag is stuffed deep into her mouth and sealed in with a roll of microfoam tape. We stay behind and keep the quivering quintet company and AJ and Caroline go to retrieve the last gal left in the office...
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Perky Brunette makes it a Trio of Tied MILFs in the Auto Shop!
Continued from #1894 on SandraSilvers.com
...and AJ makes three. Hopped into the shop AJ's eyes grow wide at seeing her buxom co-workers bound and gagged. Sandra tied and taped to an old car seat and Ruth hogtied on the floor. AJ is made to kneel on an old seat. Her hands are tied to her ankles so she in in a kneeling hogtie. Her blouse is opened, just as her friend to reveal a pair of fine, precious miniatures. The trio struggle loudly and mightily, but until one-by one, the gals are taken away to ultimately be delivered to their new homes...
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Whitney Morgan comes to AJ Marion's house for a sleepover late one afternoon. The girls get comfortable for a night of pillow fights, movies and bondage, of course! They are lounging on the couch giggling and having a fantastic time when AJ suggests they get to some ropework. Whitney loves rope bondage so she agrees enthusiastically. AJ starts by binding Whitney's wrists in front of her. She moves on to tying her ankles tightly so there won't be any running away. She moves on to gag Whitney with a huge black ballgag and straps it in deeply, making sure there are only moans and squeals coming from out of her mouth. AJ runs her fingers all over Whitney's smooth, creamy skin and encourages her to lie down on the couch face down so she can get to Whitney's beautiful thighs and ass. Tickling is definitely on the menu so Whitney gets a fair bit of that as well. Just as AJ seems to be getting geared up for some real serious play, a bastard sneaks up on her and grabs her from behind, holding her arms back. He pulls her arms back forcefully and begins tying her elbows behind her back to keep her from fighting too much. It turns out he's done this before and had gone to jail for breaking in. He decides to move her wrists in front of her as well and ties them that way, releasing her elbows. Whitney kicks at the man trying to help AJ but it doesn't seem to work out so well. AJ starts kicking him and he encourages her to do so. While Whitney is kicking him he starts tickling her to keep her from doing it too much, interfering in his bondage game. AJ gets up to leave and the man grabs her and drags her back to the ground. AJ headbutts at him but he manages to dodge her enough that she gives up. Shoving her over he ties her ankles as well. She kicks him off about the time her ankles are bound. She is helped up to the sitting position and that's when he ballgags AJ. The women are seated back to back and he binds them together, facing away from each other. He pulls ropes up to hold their legs in place, even as AJ fiddles with the rope trying to get free. He cinches it down firmly even as Whitney manages to get her wrists halfway to freedom. The man reties them where she can't reach the knot and then wanders off to the kitchen to get a sandwich. The two girls then begin their escape, even with their necks tied to one another. They take a long while to get free but once they do, revenge is on their minds. Whitney suggests they tackle the man and tie him up until the cops get there to take him away again.
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Nabbed, Ballgagged Brides Stripped to Lingerie & Girdles, Get A Surprise Bound & Gagged Van Ride!
It was a girl's day out. Shopping downtown in the morning, a champaign lunch and then an afternoon of wedding gown shopping. There were no nuptials in either of their immediate futures,it was just a fun way to spend a and afternoon feeling pretty. You would have thought after the fourth dress the saleswoman would start getting annoyed, but it was a windfall for her. Not because she thought she was going to be able to sell these two broads anything, but because she had a buyer looking for a two MILFs to add to his harem. Specifically, a one buxom and curvy and the other slim and athletic. The longer the gals took trying on matrimonial attire, the longer her brute had to come pick the pretty parcels up. He waited until each was in her own dressing room, alone. The elegant and intricate taffeta trappings took a while to get into and out of and that gave him plenty of time to spirit each away without alerting the other.
We join the damsels as the hulking brute slams the van's sliding door shut. Both babes are bound and ballgagged, tied tightly to metal chairs. They only have on their lacy foundations and shiny, silky pantyhose.The engine roars to life and we witness them struggle not only with their ropes, but with the XXXX of nature pulling and pushing them around as they make their way down the streets, onto the highway and onto their new life...
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“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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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.
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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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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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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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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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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.