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0137 - AJ Marion
20:01 video
I love extended gagwear and adore the headspace it can evoke. I hope you'll enjoy the first in a new series I'm looking forward to exploring and evolving, Gagged Gal Friday! A series in which your favorite gal Friday reads aloud while wearing a variety of gags!
I gag myself with a soft pink ballgag and begin reading aloud from the first chapter of The Deep Blue Good-By. It isn't long before I'm managed to smear lipstick on my teeth. I'll have to practice more to avoid this in the future. After a few pages, my jaw begins to ache. This only continues to intensify as I continue to read. After nearly 20 minutes, I decide I can't push through the throbbing any longer. I put down my book, and release the strap holding the gag in place. I slowly pop the ball out of my mouth, and suck in and swallow any saliva. I moan and sigh with relief, rubbing my cheeks. -
0136 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Caroline Pierce, Samantha Grace, Lisa Harlotte
14:57 video
Part 4 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Blond Saleslady Lisa Harlotte Becomes Bound & Gagged Captive #4 - All On-Screen!
Last Episode: Sexy Saleslady Samantha Grace Become Bound & Gagged Captive #3 - All On-Screen!
Prologue:The truth is, Lisa doesn't need to work. Her father is a well-connected businessman who gives Lisa everything she wants. But Lisa likes flirting... a lot. And in her job as a Sales Representative for Sandra's company, Lisa gets to flirt all day long. She not only flirts with all the ladies in the office, of course, but she flirts hard with all of her clients, both male and female. And it works. Her sales are through the roof. When Lisa returned to the office and dropped off her reports to Caroline, Lisa rolled out the charm, and Caroline was receptive. So receptive that Lisa never noticed AJ coming up behind her with the rag...
All on Screen - It still hadn't sunk in for Lisa what was going on, until Caroline and AJ marched her through the doors. There in front of the loading dock were three of her most buxom co-workers, Sandra, Ruth and Samantha. All were completely bound and gagged and writing on the warehouse floor. Each of them was tightly tied at the ankles with their hands behind their backs. Crotch ropes digging into their pantyhosed pussies and their arms pinned to their torsos by ropes around their waists and even more rope around all of their huge tits. Thick Microfoam gags sealed rags in to their mouths. Lisa knows she's next. The ropes begin to be added to her. While AJ is tying, Caroline is stripping Lisa, occasionally, Caroline and AJ switch roles. If these two crazy bitches manages to nab this sexy trio, there was no way she could hope to break free. So, as she is being tied, she tries her best to plead around her gag... "Do you know who my father is?" "He has lots of money" "If you let me go, I wont tell anyone about this"... But it all falls on deaf ears. Soon her pleas are completely muffled after her cleave gag is turned into mouthstuffing and held in my tape. Lisa is dragged onto the pretty pile of captives to struggle, in vain, as Caroline and AJ go to retrieve their next catch...Jackie Christianson. -
0135 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
13:28 video
My peeptoe stilettos click on the floor as I'm pushed into the room. The man grabs the back of my neck and shoves me to my knees. Wedging me in place with my arms pulled up high behind me, he begins to bind my elbows. I whimper and cry as I struggle against him. My elbows bound; I'm roughly maneuvered between the man's legs, and a red ballgag is crammed into my mouth. He takes a moment to grope me and pinch my nipples through the sweater before retrieving another length of rope. He looms over me unfurling the bundle, and I quiver in fear. He wraps a hand around my throat, pushing me backwards, while stretching my legs out. The man makes quick work of tying my ankles, and my blue skirt rides further up my thighs as I wiggle and squirm. I am then flipped onto my side, and the man presses my face into the carpet as his other hand roams my body. Caressing my pantyhose and grabbing handfuls of ass, he explores me and ponders the possibilities. “Just how many times and how much is it gonna hurt is really I guess the question for you.” he states nonchalantly while giving my hip a resounding smack. I am then left there to ruminate on his words. He soon returns and rips apart my top, exposing my pink, lacy bra. He then lays down on top of me, trapping my pelvis between his legs. Groping and grabbing and pinching as he pleases while I wail past my gag. “This will be useful.” he states upon discovering and expanding a hole in my pantyhose. He continues to shred the nylon covering my ass, and swats the bare flesh after it's revealed. Finally, the man puts me in a tight hogtie. He torments and taunts me, threatening extended bondage and nipple clamps. He then leaves me to my predicament. I flex up, arching and looking around. My mobility limited, I roll side to side with great effort eventually flipping over onto my back. I sigh heavily with the relief the change in position brings. I writhe on the carpet to no avail, only managing to tire myself more and more. My assailant returns a final time, and pulls down my bra, showing my pert breasts, prepping them for the nipple clamps they will receive later.
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0134 - Shoulder Slung Sweetie - AJ Marion & Ben
5:08 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ben I squeak and whine through the tape covering my mouth as the man carries me slung over his shoulder. Eventually, we come to a run down trailer, and he sets me down. He keeps an arm linked through mine in order to better control me. My knees and ankles bound, I cannot even kick at him to try and get away. My arms are stretch up above me and secured to the decorative metal post. Once adequately restrained, he wanders in front of me observing his prize. He grabs my ankle ropes and lifts my legs in the air. I struggle and strain as I hang by my wrists. A final check of my gag, and he leaves me to my predicament. I wiggle and swivel and cry. My high heels squeak as they rub together with my efforts. The man returns, releasing my wrists. I am then hoisted up, cradled, and carried into the trailer. The door closes sealing my fate. Keywords: ass, panties, crotch rope, DID, gag, high heels, lift and carry, outdoor, pantyhose, rope bondage, tape gag, topless
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0133 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
12:39 video
I sit under the tripod, my wrists bound behind me awaiting the next set of ropes. Mr Andrews has me stand, and binds my elbows together with a length of unforgiving jute. He then maneuvers me down on the bench by my neck and nipple. A red ballgag is retrieved and crammed into my moaning mouth. My movement limited and my mouth muffled, Mr Andrews takes a moment to grab and grope me. A cuff is tied around my right ankle, and secured to the leg of the bench. My left ankle is bound in a similar fashion, forcing me to spread my legs wide. Before attaching my strappado rope, Mr Andrews latches onto my right nipple, pinching harshly. My arms are pulled up, bending me forward. Mr Andrews leaves me to explore my bonds, and I lean and shift far to the sides, swaying. Soon, Mr Andrews returns carrying a 30 pound kettlebell. I watch him exceptionally curious as he sets it down with a thud in front of me. I grin through my gag and rock until he returns with scissors and twine. “I'm going to do hurty stuff to you now.” Mr Andrews informs me as he unbuttons my sheer, blouse. “O. K.” I coo back. “I'm glad you agree. Since you can't really stop me.” he sing songs back. My nipples accessible, he begins tying the twine to one of them. I remain as still as possible while both enduring my bondage and giving Mr Andrews access. A few attempts are made to entwine my nipple, and I cry and whimper through the pulling, squeezing, and stretching. My left nipple being uncooperative, Mr Andrews abandons the task. He returns to torment me briefly, before leaving me to my predicament. I rock and shift and squeak as I process the constant sensations of my situtation.
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0132 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, & Ruth Cassidy
20:11 video
On Screen Zip Tie Terror for 3 Sweater-Bound, Skirted MILF Secretaries in the Abandoned Trailer!
The voluptuous, silver-haired, Sandra, was first. He drags the duct tape gagged milf in by her zip tied wrists. Another zip tie is added between her hands and a hook, pulling her arms far over her head. He takes his time zip tying her tits, knees and ankles. He's not done with her, but leaves momentarily as she dangles in her high heels while he gets his second victim from the truck. The amazon redhead, Ruth, is next. He's got her hands zip tied behind her back and a fistful of her flaming locks. She's pushed to the floor and is treated to a similar cinching as Sandra around her massive mammaries and long legs. He carries lithe and limber AJ in over his shoulder. She is already zip tied and wrists and ankles. Tossing her onto the counter, he denies her the relative comfort of her position and with a few more ties, he hobbles the high-heeled hottie into a hogtie. Each of his hostages have vastly different sized breasts, but each is also a perfect paragon of their size. And he wants a peek. The girls tight turtlenecks are torn open, letting the sweater puppies lose. Then each gal gets an unwelcome gift of a gob stuffed with torn sweater and sealed in with duct tape. He has a few more industrial zip ties left and that means that there is one last torment awaiting Sandra. One last torment awaits Sandra a Zip Tie Crotch Rope. The pernicious plastic is pulled painfully upon her pantyhose-d pussy and secured to a zip-tie around her waist. Each struggle is agony. He takes a few photos to text to his accomplice. He should be there to pick them up within the hour...
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0131 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Caroline Pierce, Samantha Grace, & Ruth
13:13 video
Part 3 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Sexy Saleslady Samantha Grace Become Bound & Gagged Captive #3 - All On-Screen!
Last Episode: Big-Titted Secretary Joins Her Buxom Bound LadyBoss in Bondage!
Prologue:Samantha was always uneasy around AJ, and with good reason. AJ was super strict when Samantha would make an innocent error on a sales order and then Samantha would have to endure a tongue-lashing (and not the fun kind) at the hands of the angry, yet alluring, accountant. Sweet, submissive Samantha would take the tirade quietly and calmly, because secretly, she dreamed about AJ dressing her down outside of work hours. In fact, it's the reason she made "mistakes" on the paperwork in the first place. She would do anything to get a faceful of AJ. So when AJ called her into the office, she was ready, and eager to take what AJ could deal out. What Samantha didn't expect was Caroline... All on Screen - It still hadn't registered with Samantha until she was dragged into the warehouse by Caroline and AJ with a bandanna cleaved into her teeth. There on the cold, concrete floor was her sexy, curvy boss Sandra completely bound and gagged with her top torn open exposing her exquisite breasts. Next to her was Sandra's luscious, leggy redhead secretary, Ruth, all tied up in the same fashion. Both are struggling furiously and screaming into their Microfoam-over-an-entire-bandanna-mouthstuffing-gag. And then it clicked. Samantha was next, and this wasn't playtime. While Caroline holds her still, AJ Begins to tie Samantha the same way she did the captive coworkers. Samantha's legs were welded together with rope at ankles and knees Her wrists tied tightly behind her back with her arms cinched snugly to her torso with a chest harness. An invasive crotchrope is added and her blouse is torn open. The bandanna is turned into mouthstuffing and micro foam tape is wrapped completely around her head. She is trying her best to be compliant, but it's not stopping AJ from yelling at her anyway. Samantha is a mess of emotion as it appears that her long-held dream is about to become a nightmare... This isn't fun anymore. She and her two co-workers are in serious trouble. Once that begins to set in, the formerly quiet ant and compliant saleswoman joins the other buxom, bound beauties in their desperate struggles... Another Saleswoman, Lisa, is set to arrive at the office soon. Maybe she'll discover whats going on and go to get help. Or maybe...
Next Week: Lisa Harlotte Join Sandra Silver, Ruth Cassidy & Samantha Grace in Ropes! -
0130 - AJ Marion & Claire le Lune
8:58 video
I tip toe into the room led by Claire de Lune, my knees and elbows bound tightly with jute. “So, I think we've had enough of that mouth...” Claire tells me. She pulls a large red ballgag into my mouth and straps it into place. I squeak and whimper past the gag. “Oh man. Still with all the noise!” Taking a moment, she pulls at my leotard and runs her hands down my tights as she mocks me. Claire briskly turns me around. “Yeah, why don't we just show everybody your ass. That's well composed.” She gives my exposed buttocks a few smacks. “So cute! Oh my god! Everybody just loves the 'darling little dancer'.” she teases. Claire helps me onto my knees, and then maneuvers me to lay on the rug. She picks up a bundle of rope and begins binding my ankles. I wiggle and squirm, but my struggles do nothing more than wave my ass around enticingly. “Now you can just wiggle until your heart's content.” she states as she finishes tying off my ankle rope. A few parting smacks, and she leaves me to struggle on the floor. I roll around on the carpet, straining and stretching against my bonds. I lift my legs in the air twisting and turning, trying anything to loosen my restraints. It isn't long before Claire returns with even more rope! “Okay, I think I've had enough of you wiggling around.” she notifies me before bending down and flipping me over. She drags me closer by my knees, and unties the cinch there. A simple larks head attaches to my ankles while the remaining length is looped between my wrists. A few passes back and forth leaves me hogtied. She runs her hands over my body one last time before departing once again. I whimper and cry through my gag. I flip over onto my arms, thrusting my hips high into the air. I arch up, rocking on my stomach. I reach and pull and finger at the few fibers I find, but my attempts are futile.
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0129 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
12:44 video
David drops several bundles of rope on the couch “I've got some rope for you.” he states rather flatly. “Do you now?” I query. “I do.”
“Well thank you.” I smile back. “Here. Turn around. Receive it.” David instructs me, and I burst into laughter. He finishes binding my wrists and quietly moves on to my elbows. It's not long before I begin wiggling and shifting. Next, a pink ballgag is strapped into place. I walk back and forth as I watch David retrieve more rope. A chest rope is added further compressing and constricting my torso, and I sigh as I attempt to adjust. A quick swat on the ass, and David leaves me to endure and explore my bondage. I settle down on the shiny sofa and shimmy my shoulders. I lean back on my hands briefly before standing back up. My miniature moans come with nearly every breath as maneuver my shoulders around searching for some relief. I bend and flex my body and arms. I decide to sit down once more. If I can find no release for my upper body, I can at least give my feet some relief from standing in stilettos. I twist and stetch. David returns and begins tying my crossed ankles, using the cinch to latch my heels to my feet. I spread my knees and lift my legs trying to be helpful. All the while wriggling and constantly cooing. “Hmm.” David scans my body considering where to place rope next. “Hmm.” I repeat. “Hmmm.” He counters. “Hmmmm.” I mimic, locking eyes and leaning in. Rope is lashed around my upper knees, and cinched down tightly. The tie complete, David leaves me once more. I lay down on the sofa and slide my pantyhose over the shiny surface. David returns briefly to torment me, evoking sharp cries. I writhe around on the couch for a few moments. Sitting up, I flip my hair over my head and out of my face. I scooch my ass to the edge of the couch with great effort, and get my feet back on the floor. A little leg lift and kick, and I'm upright again. I squirm and struggle in my restraints. I whimper through my gag, my discomfort apparent and growing. Keywords: gal Friday, secretary, consensual, bondage, rope, pantyhose, nylons, belt, sheer blouse, high heels, sensual, candid
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0128 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Lisa Harlotte, & Ruth Cassidy
10:29 video
Sandra, Ruth & AJ, Three 3 Zip-Tied MILFs in Girdles, Groped by Mistress Lisa!
What’s your favorite shape of damsel in distress? Do you like them super-lean and athletic? How about a tall, big-boobed amazon? Maybe you prefer a curvy, buxom MILF? Lisa can’t make up her mind so she nabbed all three. The three pretty prisoners are cruelly pulled into precarious positions by the painful plastic. The topless trio is also gagged with a blue ballgag, just bigger than each can comfortably accommodate, and they, too, are ziptied into place. AJ's on the floor, arms behind her and around a table leg. Her feet sole to sole and each toe on her right foot tethered to its partner on the left. Ruth is secured to a chair. Biting plastic around her massive mammaries turns them into glorious globes. All tem of her fingers are zipted at the outermost knuckle and painfully pulled back to her wrists. Every twitch is agony. The cruelest confinement is reserved for Sandra. Hogtied on the table, not only are her limbs tightly tethered together, but all of her toes and all of her fingers are ziptied as well. Her hands are in prayer position with each finger on one hand agonizingly tied to its mate on the other. Each of her toes is individually pulled back. No amount of struggling brings any relief. To make matters worse, the 2.5 inch ballgag is causing Sandra to involuntarily form a pool of her own drool in front of her face. She can’t rest her head without taking a bath in her own saliva.
Lisa comes in with a pair of linesman’s pliers to trim all the long ends off the zipties and leave tiny little sharp points to discourage any undue struggling. None of the girls are safe from Lisa’s roaming hands… -
0127 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Caroline Pierce, & Ruth Cassidy
14:36 video
Part 2 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Big-Titted Secretary Joins Her Buxom Bound LadyBoss in Bondage!
Last Episode: Bosslady Sandra Taken and Tied By Caroline & AJ!
Ruth is a tall drink of water, and feisty! The tall amazon redhead towers over both AJ and Caroline as they drag her into the warehouse. She begins to panic when she sees her Boss, Sandra bound, gagged and struggling on the concrete floor with her blouse ripped open. Ruth rightly surmises the same is in store for her. She tries in vain to fight of Caroline and AJ. Despite a clear height advantage, ultimately, she is outnumbered two to one. All on -screen her cleave gag is wadded up and stuffed into her mouth and held in place with a microfoam wrap gag pulled clear around her head. Tight ropes are applied to her long legs at the ankles and knees. her ample bosom is bound and a cruel crothrope is locked into place, pinning her arms. One final indignity before she is taken to the floor to struggle with her employer... those beautiful big boobs are set free as Caroline tears open Ruth's silk blouse. AJ and Caroline check both ladies' ropes before setting off to nab the one of the sexy salesladies that work at the firm. The buxom duo of Sandra and Ruth are left alone and we're treated to their desperate, unsuccessful, attempts at escape. -
0126 - AJ Marion, Lizz Andrews, & David Andrews
15:00 video
My heels click on the hardwood floor as Lizz Andrews leads me into the office and bends me over the front of the desk. She lifts my dress and runs her hands over my ass and up and down my pantyhose. “What nice little panties you have here.” she comments before standing me up and spinning me around. “Open your pretty little mouth.” Liz instructs as she pushes a pink ballgag between my lips. I squeak and whimper as it is clasped tightly in place. David reaches around and pinches my nipple. “You're making her squirm too much!” Lizz complains. “I'm done with her…” pausing a moment as she looks me over, “no, I lied.” she decides as she molests me further. She gropes my breasts and shoves me farther onto the desk. “I think we've got a little pervert on our hands.” she smiles and swings a length of rope around before handing it to David. Lizz climbs onto the desk straddling my body from behind as David lifts my legs into air and begins tying my ankles. Her hands continue to roam my body as she taunts me. “Are you secretly enjoying this? I think your nipples say you are.” she giggles. Once my ankles are secured, David holds them higher and grabs me by the throat, leaning me back. “Now what was that about her nipples?” he asks. “Make sure that they get squeezed.” I grunt as Lizz pinches my nipples cruelly. They continue to explore and torment my body to my protestations. “We've got other things to do, come on, let's go.” Lizz declares as she swats David's hand away. “But...” “I mean she's fun and all, but this isn't the main part.” “Fine.” David conceeds. “You should probably hang out and watch her.” He checks my elbow ropes and leaves to retrieve some bag. “I can't believe he left me here to babysit you.” Lizz sighs as she circles the desk and leans over me. “So, I guess you better make this entertaining for me...or you know...I'm sure there are some mean things in...” she trails off as she searches the drawers. “Oh! There are some super mean things in this desk!” she exclaims. I hear metal pieces clanking together. “Like this.” Lizz states as she pulls out a nipple clamp and threatens me with it. I frantically shake my head and blubber through the ballgag. “Even meaner things...” Lizz continues. I cry and squirm, and she eventually puts it away. Opening another drawer, “Oh, look at all this tape in here!” Lizz says excitedly. “Maybe that ballgag's just not enough.” she considers. Bored with me, she goes to check on David. He returns and checks over his rope work before leaving me to struggle in my bonds. I wiggle and writhe, sliding on the slick desk. I roll around, hoping to loosen my restraints. My attempts are in vain as they are too tight. Lizz drags in a chair when she returns and proceeds to sit and harass me. Finally, David returns with several more bundles of rope. Lizz seems confused as to why he has more rope and questions him. “I want to get her more tightly packaged.” he explains as Lizz smacks and grabs my ass. “Yeah, she definitely needs some more rope.” Lizz stands and looms over me. David seizes Lizz's arms pulling them behind her, and she instinctively struggles and slaps at him.
“What are you doing anyway? This isn't some kind of weird sex game is it?” she queries as she calms slightly. “Yes. That's exactly what it is. It's a weird sex game.” he blows her off and continues to bind her wrists behind her. Lizz gripes and complains. David sits Lizz back down on her chair, and retrieves a red ballgag from a desk drawer. He pushes it into her mouth and she whines and kicks. Next, David ties her ankles together and to a leg of the chair. A length of rope wrapped around Lizz's waist, and secured to the chair back. A final piece straps her shiny thighs to the seat. I watch on as the scene unfolds, struggling against my own restraints, and knocking several bundles of rope to the floor. His work on his accomplice complete, Mr Andrews moves over to me. He loops a length from my ankles to my elbows, arching me into a hogtie. David wanders back over to Lizz, grabbing handfuls of breast and rubbing drool on her before leaving us once more. We shimmy and slide and writhe in our bondage; our efforts producing only fatigue. We squeak and cry past our gags, strings of drool streaming down our chins.
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0125 - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr Ogre
9:34 video
A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre... Competition Special Edition! Madalynn Raye and I compete to see who can free themselves first from Mr Ogre's rope. The victor gets to torment the loser. Watch and see who wins and what happens next!
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0124 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
11:55 video
My heels click distinctly on the hardwood floor as I wander to the corner of the room and casually swing a pair of pantyhose back and forth. I sit down, kicking my feet in the air as I do. I gather up one leg of the pantyhose, and pull it around both of my pumps. It catches on the stiletto of one, and I question if I'll be able to work it over the heel. I carefully stretch and shift it up my ankles and calves until pausing just over my knees. I reach down and adjust the alignment at the toe and glide my hands down my nylon covered legs. Satisfied with the placement, I maneuver around to continue shimmying my body into the nylon sheath. Upon reaching my waist, I playfully pop the top of the pantyhose. Finally, a little shifting of weight, and I gingerly stand up. Mr. Andrews approaches me with another pair of pantyhose in hand. I turn around and bring my hands together behind me. He starts to slide the hose up my forearms. “This is the best part right here.” David mutters as he continues to work the nylon up my arms. “Right over the shoulders?” I question, knowing how challenging that area is. “No. The part where I get to pull it over your head.” he responds, and I laugh in acknowledgment. “That's the part that's the best.” he continues. “Okay. Here we go. Whee.” I crane my head back as the control top is stretched and slipped over my head. A few ridiculous noises escape me. I find myself in a fit of giggles as the leg is pushed farther down. I moan and coo as the pantyhose squeeze and compress me. “Oh thank you.” I politely peep as David smooths my hair from my face beneath the nylon. I open my mouth stretching the hose and rub my tongue over the texture. Mr. Andrews retrieves a ballgag and straps it into place over the pantyhose, permanently pressing the fine netting against my tongue. Finally, zip ties are applied to my arms further welding them together. As a lower elbow tie is tightened, the upper strap slips off. “You know this just means...your elbows could have gone tighter this whole time.” David observes. “Noooooo….” I bemoan through the ballgag. “Yeeeessss.” David imitates. “That's right. You can protest verbally. Comply physically.” Mr. Andrews notifies me. I start sighing nearly rhythmically with my breathing. “Yeah, the rest of this is just going to suck.” My arms are cinched to my body at the waist, the zip tie cutting in under my ribcage. My vocalizations increase in volume, and I focus intently on maintaining my balance as more ties are added to my thighs and down my legs. I find myself overwhelmed with sensations, the even compression of the pantyhose encasing my body, the tight weave touching my tongue, the sharp straps cutting into my skin. Mr. Andrews helps lower me to the floor, and fixes the zip ties my movement has mussed. The rhythmic speed of my whining increases. “There could be more suffering here. There could.” Mr. Andrews states even as my pathetic whimpers fill his ears. A couple more tweaks, and I find myself in a hogtie and left to endure.
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0123 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, & Caroline Pierce
14:19 video
"Miss Appropri-8"
Part 1 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Bosslady Sandra Taken and Tied By Caroline & AJ!
Prologue: Caroline has been working as a secretary at Sandra's company for years. She did well, but dreamed of the day that she would never have to work again. But retirement is decades off, and she's impatient. A prime-time news expose on the human-trafficking sex-trade planted the seed in her brain. The amounts that rich men and woman around the world would pay to possess a woman of quality was insane. Caroline's gears began to turn. Supply wouldn't be a problem, she worked with an office-full of gorgeous gals. The problem would be find buyers and distribution. After a month of dark-web searches and back-alley meetings, she arranged for both. The Syndicate had a job for her, and for a first job, it was a big one. They wanted Caroline to arrange for eight quality ladies to be restrained and ready to be picked up. Eight?! Well, there were seven gals in the office other than Caroline in the office: The Owner, Sandra Silvers, her secretary Ruth Cassidy, the three salesladies Lisa Harlotte, Samantha Grace and Jackie Christianson, the visiting European account executive Vivienne Velvet and AJ Marion, the mouthy, tenacious and long-legged bitch that worked in accounting with Caroline. To pull this off she realizes she is going to need some help, and Caroline knows that AJ, who is constantly complaining about needing extra money (and no fan of her co-workers) will make the perfect -temporary- partner. Caroline presents her with the plan to sell the other SIX girls in the office and split the profits with AJ 50/50. AJ jumps a the chance. Caroline knows six will never fly with her clients, but things seven probably will. So once She and AJ get the other six handled, AJ will be easy pickins to make seven. So That would make seven girls delivered. Surely the distributors will be happy with seven. Caroline just wont press for the payment of the eighth. 87.5% of her payment will be more than enough to live on forever...
Caroline and AJ drag their first catch into the warehouse. Their boss, Sandra, a curvy broad with and hourglass figure, huge tits and long silver hair, has her arms are pinned behind her back by Caroline. She is barely silenced by a bandanna cleaved between her teeth. AJ is ready, ropes in hand and begins to tie her enslaved employers wrists, ankles and knees. More rope is added around Sandra's chest, pinning her arms to her sides. Her silk blouse strains between the ample bosom and tight ropes. The captirixes tear open the shirt to take a peek at the goods, and see d-cups filled with dollar signs. Sandra is humiliated, but not completely. AJ is more cruel than Caroline realized and begins to apply an extremely tight crotch rope. It bites into Sandra with every twitch. It's agonizing and delightful. If she wasn't so frightened, this would actually be fun. Caroline and AJ have to leave to go greet their next "Guest". But before they do, they realize that Sandra can make just a bit too much noise. They remove the bandanna gag, stuff it deep in her mouth and seal it in with microfoam tape wrapped around Sandra's head. Sandra is left to struggle as her kind assailants go to retrieve her secretary so she wont feel all alone in her predicament...
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0122 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
14:11 video
“Oh hi..” David says as he approaches me with a couple bundles of rope. “Hii!” I smile back. “So then...you ordered some bondage?” he queries. “I did.” I giggle and bounce as I clasp my hands behind me. “That's good.” he states as he finishes unfurling the rope. “I'm the delivery guy.” He begins binding my elbows together with a length of jute. However, as he is about to start cinching the wrap, he decides that my elbows are not nearly close enough. “Ah...you can do better than that...” he scoffs quietly. “Are you talking to me or yourself?” I inquire. “It's not your fault if your elbows aren't really as close together as they could be because that's my job. That falls on me.” he explains. “It does.” I gleefully agree. “Ultimately, when the elbow bondage isn't tight enough,” David breaks the fourth wall and engages the viewer, “I've got to take responsibility.” I laugh exuberantly. David finishes lashing my elbows together, and I take a moment to breathe and settle into the tie as he picks up the next length of rope. “Now about those wrists and that mouth of yours...” David adds almost as an aside. Once my wrists are bound, David grabs a ballgag and pops it in my mouth. “Try and keep it down.” he tells me as he fastens the strap. “You and your bondage reactions.” I playfully whine and mumble, “You love my bondage reactions.” through the gag filling my mouth. I continue to shift and sigh as I endure my oppressive arm bondage, waiting for the ropes to shift ever so slightly and provide even minute relief. I groan and wiggle and gaze up at Mr Andrews as he secures a rope around my neck. I sit down on the ottoman as instructed, and maneuver myself so that my leg is available for a frogtie. After both of my legs are bound, David considers his chosen order of tying. “Do the crotch rope the hard way...” he mutters as he reaches around my waist. “Now, let's get you splayed out.” David helps maneuver me down and onto my stomach. I shimmy, squirm forward on the ottoman with a few pushes from David. Drool slowly drips down my chin, dropping to the floor. I point and flex my feet as I process the sensations I'm experiencing. I coo and grunt quietly as I await the next part of the position. A piece is attached to my crotch rope and strung to a point above me, pulling it painfully into my pussy. I breathe and moan rhythmically as I set myself to endure my predicament. My neck rope is stretched taut and secured to the tripod leg directly in front of me. I gaze forward and focus intently. Each thigh is individually drawn away from the other and towards the other steel poles. With little left that I can do as I'm stretched in four directions, I look around and languish. David returns to check on me, and I request that my next rope be released. My head sinks and hangs heavy, and I manage and muffled, “Thank you.”
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0121 - Tree Trussed - AJ Marion & John Marsh
11:05 video
Starring: AJ Marion & John Marsh
John Marsh pushes the bit into my smiling mouth and clasps it tightly in place. Next, a cruel crotch rope is pulled firmly behind me and wedged between the trees. I whimper and moan through my gag. My ankles are bound individually to the trees, but I can do little other than lift my bare legs a few inches. My high heels sink into the soft dirt, and I try to keep my weight on the balls of my feet. I wiggle and squirm as I explore my bonds. The rough bark of the tree scrapes my back as my wrist restraints keep me close to the trunk. The knot of the crotch rope presses oppressively into my tender flesh. I grunt as my movements only further to frustrate me.Next, I find myself suspended between three trees by my hips, wrists, and ankles. John returns to replace my bit gag, and add a bit extra “support.” This support being a crotch rope jerked up into place and secured above me. I squeal and squeak in response. I lay back in the ropes, high pitched vocalizations coming with every breath. I groan and whimper as I endure my bondage. I grab the ropes and pull myself up. I focus intently and breathe rhythmically. My body quivers with the effort. Eventually, I lay back once again exhausted, mind filled with the sensations screaming through my body. I blubber and cry, my head hanging back. John decides I've had enough and releases my ankles. As my feet touch down, I thank him for my reprieve.
Keywords: bare legs, bit gag, bondage, candid, consensual, crotch rope, gag, high heels, outdoor, rope bondage, shorts, spandex, suspension -
0120 - Shoe Sharing Roommate’s Double Cross - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Ogre
14:47 video
Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr. Ogre AJ Marion is a super inconsiderate roommate sometimes. She has borrowed Madalynn Raye's shoes for the last time. Maddy asks Ogre to come in and help her out with the situation. AJ says she has somewhere to go and when she gets up to leave, Maddy grabs her from behind and helps pin her. Ogre binds AJ's ankles and knees together and then gets to work on her wrists behind her back. She fights the two of them pretty hard but she manages to get pinned and the next thing you know, she's completely helpless in rope. A ballgag quiets down her complaints nicely. Once AJ is totally bound in a hogtie and Maddy has her shoes back, Ogre decides that since AJ offers him more money to get revenge for her, he attacks Madalynn next and ties her up as she squirms and fights against him. Her arms are bound quickly and then she is immediately ballgagged. She kicks at him and fights, twisting this way and that but can't manage anything more than some squealing and amusing him. He puts her up on her feet and holds her in place, then turning her situation into a balltie. Her legs are pulled back and he wraps rope around her ankles, waist and wrists anchoring them all together. More rope goes from behind her shoulders and over her knees. She keeps fighting him, even as he is tying her hair back and then cinching everything with that extra rope. The two girls whine and moan while rolling around on the floor. Keywords: ballgag, DID, denim, gag, high heels, rope bondage, sneakers, sweater, tights, double cross
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0119 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Ruth Cassidy
7:07 video
Once Betrayed, Curvy, Crooked Lady Cop KOed, Becomes 2nd Captive in Trunkrunk with Bound Bathing Beauty!
Being a corrupt cop has more advantages than just being able to fix your own parking tickets. When Officer Sandra Silvers teamed up with crime family LadyBoss Ruth Cassidy to capture and sell swimsuit-ed siren AJ Marion, she should have expected it wouldn't end well for her. Sandra arrives at the exchange point with AJ all trussed up in the back of her cruiser. She and Ruth lift and carry AJ to deposit her in the trunk of Ruth's black Cadillac. While Sandra is counting her payment, Ruth incapacitates her with a tazer. Luckily for Ruth, cops keep a couple of pairs of handcuffs in their cars . She uses one pair to cuff Sandra's wrists behind her back, and another pair of the unforgiving steel restraints on her black-pantyhose-d ankles. Sandra comes to just as the bandanna is cleaved between her teeth. She protests, but there is little the pinched police officer can do as she is bundled into the boot and the clever crime boss drives away... -
0118 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
8:59 video
Click, clack. Click, clack. Mr. Andrews leads me into the room by my neck, my wrists and elbows already bound behind me. He aggressively places me on an oversized red leather chair. I slightly reposition myself as he retrieves a length of rope. When he returns, he grabs my ankles, brings them together, and binds them. I watch quietly as he works. I sit up tall and shimmy as I anticipate what's next while he fetches another piece. Mr. Andrews loops a length of nylon around my neck, runs it under the chair, and secures it to the cinch around my ankles. Neck rope predicament bondage! One of my favorites! Next, Mr. Andrews unbuttons my midriff tied-off top, and spreads the fabric wide, exposing my pert breasts. My nipples are now available and on display, and he takes this opportunity to pinch them. I moan and groan through the ballgag filling my mouth. He locks on to my left nipple pinching and pulling. He leaves me momentarily, and I take a few moments to recover and catch my breath. I hear clanging, and see Mr. Andrews carrying the banner T towards me. I am very confused, and have no idea what he has in store for me. A piece of rope is attached to my ankles and pulled up and away from me. This lifts my feet off the ground and tugs on larks head around my neck. A second of reprieve, then Mr. Andrews jerks the rope up, forcing me to engage my thighs and hold my legs high. That rope is then tied off to the banner T. Luckily, the nylon has enough stretch to allow me to reach the hardwood with the tips of my toes. I rub my pantyhose encased legs together and begin cooing rhythmically as I endure my predicament. Apparently dissatisfied with my quiet suffering, Mr. Andrews squeezes my left nipple once more, and my coos become cries. My legs are released, and he helps me to lift my head. “Can you breathe good? Hmm?” he asks me. I attempt to recover once more and process his words. “Mmhmm.” I squeak and nod my head. “Good. That's important.” he states as he presses microfoam firmly against my face over the ballgag, surprising me. Once further gagged, he grazes my nipple and I jump and shriek abruptly. I breathe deeply and audibly. He finds some thin cotton rope and tries a few different ties on my nipples. They all cause me to squirm and squeal. I writhe and groan as my nipples serve as Mr. Andrews playground. Finally, my legs are pulled the farthest up they've been yet, secured to the banner T, and I'm left to languish.
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0117 - Jealous for Johnny - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews
14:06 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews
“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: barefoot, DID, dancer damsel, feet, gag, g/g bondage, cleave gag, leotard, rope bondage, spandex, tape gag, thong, tights
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0116 - AJ Marion & David Andrews
14:14 video
I bounce up off the couch, a huge grin filling my face as Mr Andrews binds my elbows behind me. I wiggle and coo as the rope is applied. I jump and spin around, tangling myself in the length of nylon he had just unfurled. “I'm tangled in the rope! And not in the way I had intended.” I dramatically state. Mr Andrews quickly ties my wrists. I sit down on the sofa once more and shimmy as I await my mouth stuffing. David fills my mouth with a large yellow bandana, and secures it in place by wrapping red vetwrap around my head. Appropriately gagged, he lifts me off the couch and down to the rug. I giggle gleefully and kick my legs in the air. A chest harness is added, and my legs are individually pulled up and out with additional rope. I watch David intently as he ties me. I alternately kick my legs in the air once more, playing. Lifting both legs straight up and together, I peek through the gap between them. Finally, electrical tape is layered over the vetwrap, intensifying the gag. I squeak. Well bound and helpless, Mr Andrews takes a moment to explore my body, rubbing his hands over my pantyhose encased legs. He pulls down the top of my dress and pinches a nipple, evoking moans and grunts from me. He switches to the other nipple, squeezing. Then, both nipples are gripped and twisted. I wail in waves. My chest heaves with breath when I'm released. After taking a few moments to regain my senses and gather myself, I begin testing the limits of my restraints. I bend and scoot and roll around on the rug. I wind up stuck on my back briefly, and attempt to sit up multiple ways before finally achieving upright status. Mr Andrews returns to torment me temporarily. We have an exchange regarding my gag, and I mumble about it's tightness. “I know. I stretched the electrical tape.” he says as he leaves. “You're welcome.”
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0115 - Neighborhood Watch Out! - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr Ogre
10:29 video
Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr. Ogre
The neighbor's across the street stop by to discuss the neighborhood watch with Madalynn Raye. As she invites them in, Mr. Ogre grabs her from behind and quickly covers her mouth with his huge hand, muffling her cries. I enter with a suitcase full of rope, and use a length to bind her wrists. She strains against us as we shove her into the sofa. I maneuver her around and down to the floor, and Mr. Ogre crams a ballgag deep in her mouth.“Why don't you turn her around? Show her ass off.” Mr. Ogre suggests as he retrieves another bundle of rope.“Stand up.” I command as I pull her up by her arms.I bend her over, putting her head on the couch, ass in the air on display. Since she's conveniently folded in half, we wrap the rope around her enforcing the bend. I lift her legs, curling her into a ball. We continue to lower her leverage by lashing her further.“I think you ought to drop her.” Mr. Ogre casually comments.“I'm not quite as mean as you.” I smack back through my gum.Mr. Ogre finishes balling Madalynn up as I hold her down. We move her to the floor, and Mr. Ogre adds a piece of rope to her elbows. I loom above her as I sit on the sofa. I slide her stilettos of her pantyhose feet and admire them, wondering their size. Her feet exposed, dig my fingers into her soles, tickling her. Once she's trussed up, Mr. Ogre and I leave her to struggle in her restraints while we prep the transportation vehicle.Madalynn rolls around on the hardwood, kicking her feet. She whimpers and moans through her gag as she bucks against her bonds.Eventually, Mr. Ogre returns, lifts her by her arms, and walks out with her as she wails.
Keywords: ballgag, barefoot, DID, denim, feet, gag, g/g bondage, high heels, jeans, rope bondage -
0114 - AJ Marion
8:56 video
For this session of bondage bunny training, I find my legs frogtied around a bar as I'm suspended by my knees. Always exploring my maneuverability, I discover I can crunch up and reach the chains. I squee at this discovery. Ben enters and further cinches my legs together with a long length of rope. I moan and grunt through the addition, taking long moments to intently focus on my breathing. I take a few seconds to settle into the sensations, then begin to twist and turn, testing my limits once more. I pull all the way up, climbing the chain hand over hand. Releasing back down, I swing around for a moment before Ben reenters with a piece of tape for my mouth. My wrist rope is removed, and my arms are manipulated behind me. Ben reties my wrists and pulls on the remaining rope, swinging my around. I squeak and squeal. My wrists are secured to my ankles, and I'm left, suspended in a hogtie by my knees. With little movement left to me, I groan through my gag and endure.
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0237 - Pink Pet in the Corner - AJ Marion & David Andrews
11:47 video
Starring: AJ Marion & David Andrews
This pink pet is hoping to make you purr! I’m wearing a bright pink bra, pantie, and garter set, a pair of latte backseam stockings, and bright pink 6” sandals. I sigh and breath purposefully as I walk in my stilettos a little unsteady.
“What you’re experiencing now is called ‘torture standing.’” David states.
I laugh. “Oh my god. The sides of legs are screaming at me. Not the upper...it’s not my shins, and it’s not my calves. It’s the side. Yeah.” I explain to David as he massages my leg a little with one hand.
“Oh there’s more.” I realize as I hear the jingling of metal. David wraps the white leather strap around my elbows, cinching it tightly.
“Oh that’s just brutal is what that is. You’re welcome.” he tells me.
“Thank you?” I reply.
He turns me around and checks the distance between my elbows. Lots of audible, intentional breathing. I prepare myself for a large pair of white satin panties to be crammed into my mouth. David makes sure to push the panties into my cheeks. Then, white vetwrap is wound around my head, locking my lips in a permanent O position. I whine and sigh.
David grabs me by the throat and maneuvers me around, inspecting me. He seats me in a nearby chair. I groan loudly with relief after standing in the torturous heels. David returns with another leather strap.
“Okay. Let’s get your legs all nice and tightly strapped. And then, you can sit there and suffer in the chair for my amusement.”
“Mmmhmm.” I coo back.
I whimper as I begin to wriggle around in my bondage. I mewl and strain and stretch, suffering for the onlooker’s pleasure. I sling my legs up over the chair arm, showing a long line of body. Eventually, I make my way down to the floor on my knees, presenting my posterior. I wiggle my ass and lift my feet in the air. I shimmy around on my knees, turning around once again. Finally, I knee crawl my way over to you, settling between your legs to languish.
Keywords: pink pet, lingerie, high heels, pantyhose, tights, stockings, garters, suspenders, vetwrap, wrap around gag, submissive, bdsm, leather straps
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0239 - Dancer Damsel's Delinquent Dues - AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
14:05 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
I went into the studio to practice for the upcoming theater production I’ve been cast in when I’m accosted by the studio owner, Madalynn Raye. She binds my elbows and wrists and leads me into one of the unused green rooms. She pushes me down on the couch and begins questioning me. I attempt to answer her inquiries, though not understanding where this behavior is coming from. She informs me that my last three payments to her have not cleared. I apologize, as I had no idea, and tell her that I’ll make sure to pay her right away. She’s not hearing any of it! She rubs her hands over my bound arms; then notifies me that more bondage is in store for me.
“But, then you won’t get paid… because I’ll be tied up.” I try to dissuade her.
“Yeah, but my heart will be full, and that’s really, all I need.” she responds with a slight smile. “Revenge.”
She grabs a couple more bundles of rope as I try and continue to apologize and explain. Clearly fed up with my excuses, she wanders over and retrieves a pink pillow gag. She crams the squishy gag into my mouth and fidgets with the strap adjusting the tightness to her preference, and my discomfort. She admires her work for a moment before sitting down and unfurling another piece of rope. I carry on attempting to explain myself and assure Madalynn that I will pay her through my gag.
“I’m sure you will. But, I just have a rage in my heart right now, and I need to satisfy it… by taking out my aggression on you.” she says almost sweetly.
I continue attempting to convince Madalynn to change her course of action, but she will not be dissuaded. She finishes tying my ankles and caresses my legs. She then shakes the final piece of rope at me.
“There’s still more.” she states flatly.
“There is more. I don’t think I need it.” I mumble.
“You don’t think so? I think you do because these legs just look so unbalanced, and we know as a dancer it’s all about balance and aesthetic, right?” she teases. “You have to look good.”
Madalynn binds my legs together just above my knees, then leaves me to check the phones. I wiggle and squirm and shimmy in my bonds. The ropes are very tight and don’t seem to be budging at all. I writhe around on the couch, rubbing my nylon clad legs together, hoping the ropes might slip down.
Madalynn returns with a single short length of rope. She helps me move to the floor on my belly, and gives me a few swats me on the ass for a job well done.
“Do you do this a lot?” I query. “Ah, not as often as you’d think, but I’ve definitely perfected my craft over the years.” she replies.
“I can tell.” I whine back.
Madalynn pulls me up into a hogite, pats me on the head, and leaves me to consider how I’m going to pay her. I roll around on the carpet, pulling and straining against my restraints. I moan and whimper and kick my feet. I wonder when she’s coming back…
Keywords: ass, bit gag, damsel in distress, DID, dancer damsel, gag, gag talk, g/g bondage, leotard, rope bondage, spandex, tights
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0240 - Terrified Tart in Tights Tormented - AJ Marion & Ben
17:01 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ben
My wrists are tied behind me and secured around my waist. A red bandanna cleave gag fills my mouth, and I grunt and whimper through it. Ben drags me over towards a table, and I struggle against him. He easily lifts me up and places me on top of the table. I kick my feet helplessly in the air, my shoes lost long ago. Once on the table, he unties the rope around my waist, and then tethers me to the pole at my back. I tug on the ropes and look around frightened. Ben explores my body with his hands, groping my ass, face, and breast. I watch in fear as a drill is plunked onto the table. I squeak as Ben tests out the drill, bringing it noisily to life. I squeal as the cleat is screwed into the wood and finger at the ropes behind me hoping to get something to release. The brute pulls my legs out, then turns to retrieve a piece of rope. I pull my legs up again, bringing them as close to my body as I can. He returns and roughly drags out my legs once again, and makes quick work of binding my ankles. I continue to tug on my wrist rope. My ankles bound, Ben turns his attention to my dress, pulling it up showing my control top. A tool box is brought forth. Ben tosses out several tools, a hacksaw, wrench, saw… pausing briefly to consider a pair of pliers before also chucking them away. I shriek and wail as each implement is flung aside. He finally finds what he is looking for, a box cutter.
Ben shoves the toolbox to the side and reaches up grabbing a handful of my dress. He slices the fabric apart, grips each side, and rips the top of my dress revealing my tits. Ben finishes shredding my dress, leaving me merely in a thong and pantyhose. The remnants of my dress hang from my arms. He pushes all the tools off the table, and they clatter to the floor loudly. Ben stretches my legs out once more and gets another length of rope. This time he cinches the rope just below my knees. Ben’s hands roam my body briefly before even more rope is wound around my thighs. I lean as far away from him as possible as he crams his hand between my legs. Displeased with my positioning, he grabs me harshly by the back of the neck and places me against the pole again. The brute then severely tightens the cinch on my thigh rope drawing a yelp from me.
Ben finishes removing the rest of my dress and sets it aside. The rope wrapped around the pole is untied, and I am lifted and maneuvered further down the table and onto my stomach. A length of rope is looped through my ankle rope and secured to the cleat, requiring me to point my toes. My tops of my feet press firmly into the hard wood. The heels and toes of my pantyhosed feet are filthy. My wrist rope is finally looped through a cleat above my head on the pole, pulling my arm straight up rather stringently. Ben’s hands wander over my body, lingering on my butt. The box cutter is produced from a pocket and used to pierce my pantyhose. They are then pulled apart and peeled down exposing my posterior.
Ben rubs his hands over my bare flesh, giving my butt and back and few light swats. Next, a bundle of rope is used to subject me to stinging strikes on my skin. Finally, the flat of the saw blade smacks with a slight staccato. Done amusing himself with his poor plaything for now, Ben walks away from me, and turns off the lights as he leaves. I’m left to struggle and screech in the dark.
Keywords: ass, panties, cleave gag, clothing destruction, DID, feet, gag, pantyhose, rope bondage, thong, topless, rough body play
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0227 - Stressed Secretary - AJ Marion & John Marsh
8:22 video
Starring: AJ Marion & John Marsh
I’m walked between some trees and quickly put in a strappado. A swat to the ass makes me jump and squeal, and then a bright red ballgag is crammed in my mouth. John swiftly ties a cuff on each ankle, and secures them to the trees. My legs are pulled wide and held apart. Finally, a tight crotch rope digs into my pelvis and is fastened to a tree limb behind me.
I struggle and strain in my stressful bindings trying to find even a little bit of relief from the posture. I whimper and cry through my gag. Grunting with the effort of every movement. After some time, John returns to torment me further, unbuttoning my shiny satin blouse and exposing me. He changes the tree one of my ankles is secured to, and leaves me to languish.
Keywords: damsel in distress, DID, gal Friday, bare legs, barefoot, ballgag, shorts, crotch rope, outdoor bondage
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0113 - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews
21:42 video
“I've got some rope for you..” Lizz tells me as she unbundles a length of rope.
“I'm excited about that rope for me.” I respond.
She ponders what she'd like to do to me and where she will begin. I kick my feet and playfully drag my finger tips up my body. I hop off the desk and twirl in place ending by offering my wrists in front of me. A huge grin fills my face as I am told “Nope. Nope. Nope.” and I turn around.
“Be a good girl.” Lizz demands.
She cinches down my elbows, and promptly moves on to bind my wrists.
“They are in fact laying against one another quite flatly.” I remark regarding my forearms.
“You did it to yourself.” Lizz informs me. “Yes, you already had your arms like that. I just applied rope. Abracadabra.”
“Look! A self tying AJ!” I exclaim.Lizz and I continue to exchange quips and discuss my future. I wiggle and meow and eye Lizz mischievously. She decides to add one more piece of rope to my forearms.
Next up, a bright yellow bandana is shoved into my mouth. Lizz crams the cloth into my cheeks.
“You're a chipmunk.” she gestures and repeats for me, “I am a chipmunk...”
I squeak back the phrase the best I can through the muffling gag. Finally, electrical tape is wound around my head securing the fabric in place.
“So you just want me to wrap your whole head right?”...”Right...” Lizz teases. I cheep and squeal.
“Wrapping AJ's head, really tight, with thin electrical tape...”
“I mean...that sounds pretty appealing...” Lizz smirks. She attempts to get me to agree.
I maneuver around on the desk as Lizz indicates eventually ending up with my stomach against the hardwood. I arch my back and lift my ass in the air to provide Ms Andrews easier access to my leg. She frog ties each limb hooking the cinch over my high heel. I breath and coo as I endure and settle into my bondage. A final piece is coiled around the balls of my feet and looped through my forearm wrap, securing me in a hogtie. I slide and squirm, exploring my bonds as Lizz looks on.
“Wiggle wiggle.” she instructs me, and I do my best to comply and please.
lingerie, stockings, garters, garter belt, high heels, pantyhose, nylons, corset, pumps, girl tying girl, satin panties, bra
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0058 - Dancer Stretched and Spread - AJ Marion & Ben
12:05 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ben
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, dancer, candid, feet, ballgag, gag, rope bondage
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0234 - "Saving" the Secretary - AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
12:56 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
“Why did you have to do this? This isn’t very neighborly.” Madalynn complains as she is brought into the room partially bound with her elbows behind her.
“Neighborly… yeah, I really don’t care. You see, you come strutting into the office with your bible and your religion and bringing all that shit in.” I say as I sit next to her, crossing my legs. “You’re welcome to believe those things and live your life that way.
“You’re damn right I am.” she interjects.
“But don’t bring that shit into the office. You check that shit at the door. Because none of us want to hear about it. None of us want to hear about it.” I tell her.
“But, it is my job to help save.” she responds astounded. “And you clearly...”
“No. It is your JOB to do the filing.” I interrupt. “It is your JOB to type out the memos and letters and things that I give you. Go ahead struggle as much as you want sweetheart, you’re not getting out.” I shrug at her. “That is your job. It is not your job to SAAAAVE people in this office. You can save the masses outside of those doors.” I inform her.
“But my job is to be everywhere and to do what I’m supposed to.” she says emphatically.
“Yeah, umm… did you read your job description before you, you know, applied?” I inquire as I retrieve a piece of cloth and a roll of microfoam tape.
“No, it was just filing. I know how to do that. It’s basic.” she practically scoffs.
“So, your job is filing?!” I point out.
She blinks back at me considering.
“But the Lord...” she begins, “has a job for me to do...”
“But the Lord… the Lord has a job, for you, to do, and it’s, to shut your pie hole.” I almost whisper as I cram a the cloth into her mouth. “Yeah. It’s to shut your pie hole. Yeah. Keep those right there… because if you spit them out on the floor I’m going to pick them up and I’m going to stick them back in your mouth. I might like..” I trail off and stamp my foot on the floor, grinding the ball of my shoe into the carpet. “a little bit first.”
“Mmmphhmmmm…” Madalynn complains through the cloth.
“I don’t even know what you just said, but you can be pissed off.” I tell her as I peel some tape free and press it firmly against her face, locking in the fabric filling her mouth.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” I sing quietly as she protests. The microfoam muffling her mumbling.
“If you’re not nice, if you struggle a bunch, I’m going to get this alllllll fucking over your hair in various places and make sure it wraps up in between the layers and shit. I can do whatever I want. See this is company time, company hours, and right now your job description…” I push her head away from me as I continue to wrap the tape around it. She complies while still complaining. “Thank you... is to sit here and take it. And learn what it is that we want from you in this office. And mostly I want you to answer the phone. I want you to do the typing that I give you. I want you to file stuff.” I continue as Madalynn protests.
I smooth the last of the tape into place, and cup Madalynn’s face in my hands going over my work. Then, I lean in and place a kiss on her gagged mouth, leaving a light pink lipstick mark on the white microfoam.
She squawks repeatedly giving her scorn for my salaciousness sound.
“And what I don’t want you to do, is bring all of that religion up in here.” I remind her once again as I retrieve another bundle of rope from the desk.
“Hmmm, yeah, are you unhappy? You look unhappy. You real cute with that little kiss mark on your face though. So unhappy. Guess what? I think that you could use some more rope. And I want you to know that if you struggle a whole bunch, it’s probably going to make me fuck this up and make it tighter than it needs to be. But, you’re welcome to do that. If you want to make that bed.” I caution Madalynn as I bind her ankles together. She shimmies her shoulders and grumbles her grievances.
“So I just want you to think about what your JOB is in this office, and what your job is when you’re outside of the office. You know, see I’m not telling you you can’t be religious. I’m not telling you you can’t try and save people, I guess from themselves. Is that what you’re saving them from? You’re not saving them from anything useful probably.” I roll my eyes.
“God Loves You!” I mock.
Madalynn whines through her gag, trying to communicate with me.
“Yeah. Okay.” I dismiss.
She wiggles and shimmies and gripes.
“Go ahead, make your case. Make your case. That’s fine.” I finish securing her ankles and begin running my hands up her pantyhose clad legs. She squeals and pulls her legs away.
“Oh you don’t like that? You’re not going to like this either.” I disclose as I push her skirt up her thighs, exposing more of her legs.
“Such a chaste girl! Ah! Ah!” I exclaim, posing with my hands in mock shock over my mouth with my knees together, then spreading my legs wide, flashing the gusset of my pantyhose. Madalynn’s eyes widen with condemnation, and she criticizes me even though her cork.
“I think she called me a harlot.”
“You did…”
“Well, I’m going to leave you like this for a little bit, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll come back, and I’ll let you out. But, if you’re not then, I don’t know. I might add some more rope. We’ll see. Have fun sweetheart.” I say as I leave her.
Madalynn stretches out her long legs. Her patent pumps creak as they rub against one another during her struggles. She eventually looses a heel to the floor, but continues pointing and flexing her foot in her attempts to wriggle free.
“Let’s see… this is your favorite book, right?” I ask as I sit next to her once more holding a bible. “Your favorite book. We’ll have a little lesson right here.” I ponder as I idly open to a random place in the bible. “Yeah, I really just don’t see the appeal.” I consider, flipping to another page.
Madalynn grunts and groans through her gag grumpily, clearly displeased with me. I shut the book loudly.
“I don’t know. I got nothing.” I stare at her, trying to comprehend what she is endeavoring to say.
“You know I usually do pretty good with gag talk, and this one… yeah, nah, I think you need to enunciate better.” I giggle at her as I wander away to discard the bible and gather another piece of rope.
“Oh goodness! Well, I think, that you still seem pretty ornery. And that, you probably haven’t really learned your lesson so… down on the floor.” I point down at the carpet and wait for Madalynn to comply. “Yeah, down on the floor. I’m going to make this… way more unpleasant for you.” I confess.
Madalynn begins to slide down from the couch carefully.
“I’ll even help you if you want.” I reach out toward her, placing a hand on one shoulder.
“Mmm mmm mmm!” she objects sharply.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Oooooh…” I taunt as I poke Madalynn over and over again randomly.
She grunts once loudly at me.
“On your belly. Go on.” I gesture to the floor once again.
Madalynn falls onto her side, loosing her other high heel.
“Oh, you lost another shoe. Poor thing.” I criticize as Madalynn maneuvers herself prone.
“Aww, good job!” I praise. “See I hired you because you were so good at following directions.” I uncoil my rope.
“Now let’s see if you can follow this direction. To leave... your personal beliefs…” I loop the rope around her ankle cinch, walk forward on my knees, and lean down with my face near hers. “...at home.”
She groans and glares at me, but I pay it little attention and continue fastening her hogtie rope. I notice that the ends are even, and take the time to correct the issue. She wiggles her butt, lifts her torso off the ground, and mewls into the microfoam.
“It’s unfair. It’s unfair. But, I’m the boss.” I declare and then notice that her ankle tie has come loose. “I’m going to have to fix this now. You made this rope loose. We can’t have that! We don’t want your ankles coming free.” I remark as I begin retying Madalynn’s ankles. She snivels and squirms. “You’re angry. You’re upset. This is unfair. I didn’t do anything. You’re a slut. You’re a harlot. I got ya. I got ya.” I resume fastening the hogtie rope. “Oh this is so hard. Oh I’m so stressed. Oh.” I tease.
Madalynn grumbles in a gravely fashion through her gag.
“I found somewhere to secure it. I don't know how well it’s going to hold. You may be able to pop out. We’ll see what happens.”
Madalynn flexes her toes, drawing my attention, and I can’t resist tickling her nylon clad feet. She squeals with aversion as I rub my hands on her legs. I mimic her whining as I lift her skirt to her hips and begin smacking her exposed ass. Madalynn thrashes around. I pick up her pumps and place them in front of her face, chuckling softly.
“Here are your shoes.” I gently swipe Madalynn’s bangs to one side as I stand and leave her. “Well, you just think about this now. About what your job is.”
Madalynn grunts and groans with her efforts. She rocks on her hips and rolls onto her side, pulling her knees towards her chest. This does nothing to free her, and merely draws the rope between her butt cheeks. She whimpers and eventually flips over to her back, pinning her bound arms beneath her. She thrusts her hips up repeatedly, swiveling them at the apex. She eventually rotates over onto her other side, moving her mouth minutely in the microfoam with muffled mewlings. She finally flips back onto her stomach, arching high into the air. She flounders around on the floor furious with the fix she’s in.
Keywords: gal Friday, secretary, bondage, rope, microfoam tape gag, pantyhose, tights, nylons, high heels, pumps, upskirt, gusset, sheer, damsel in distress, DID, mouth stuffing, gag talk
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0230 - Leather & Leotards - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & David Andrews
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Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & David Andrews
David begins by cramming a large white cloth into my mouth and wrapping vetwrap around my head. I sigh as I settle into the gag. Next, Madalynn receives the same treatment, giving wide eyes.
I slide my arms into the leather armbinder, and wiggle my ass as David tightens the lacing on the snug armbinder. Several shine lines gleam down my cecilia de rafael pantyhose. Once laced and snapped in place, I explore my bonds and rub the leather binder over my body.
Madalynn absently caresses the shiny pantyhose adorning her legs before sliding her arms into a matching armbinder. Once she is also snapped and snug, I join her and we begin wiggling and writhing against one another. We rub the leather binders over our own bodies and each other.
Madalynn gestures for me to bend over and present my butt to her. I comply, while also pulling my bound arms up and to the side, providing complete access to my cheeks. She caresses the leather over my rump and gives me a few playful swats. I kneel down and slide the soft leather in long stokes up and down her legs.
Finally, we find ourselves on the couch with a leather strap buckled around our ankles. We shimmy and squirm and strain. We lay across one another and caress each other’s limbs. We rub ourselves against one another, enjoying the sensation of the nylon gliding across us. We shift around to different positions on the couch, presenting our bodies in a variety of ways as we explore how we can touch ourselves and each other.
Keywords: leotard, thong, high heels, pantyhose, tights, vetwrap gag, consensual, leather, straps, armbinders, CDR