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Triple Bondage & A Double-Doublecross for Fayth when she tries to sell Sandra & AJ!
Fayth had not only betrayed her fellow secretary, Sandra, but also her coworker AJ! She had both of her sexy associates bound and gagged in the warehouse. Each wearing either silky or ruffled blouses, short skirts, pantyhose and high heels. She brings the buyer in to negotiate a better price and realizes that he can sell a trio of sexy women for a higher price. When she least expects it, the hulking guy wraps a meaty arm around Fayth's next until she succumbs for a little XXXX-time. As the other girls lose their minds struggling to get free from their bonds, the slaver starts to tie Fayth with rope around her wrists, and tits and she starts to come to... Duct tape keeps her quiet and also helps keep her legs tightly tied. He leaves the three struggling ladies as he gets the truck prepared. Once he returns the warehouse doors are opened, and one by one he gets the girls to the truck. He lifts and carries AJ, she stands Sandra up and XXXX her to hop, and he drags Fayth across the floor by her ankles. Off to the market place and their new lives...
6:28 video
She kept getting in the way and the boss doesn't like it when they get in the way. I get hired from time to time to make sure they get what they deserve. I know, I sound like some kind of a psychotic but I'm not, I'm a regular guy who works a nine to five and then goes and has beer with his buddies. It's just that my job involves giving bitches what they deserve. So I get the call, the one at one a.m. that tells me who to get to, what to do to them and how long they have to stay like that. This lady was lucky: she just needed to be kept away from the public eye for a couple of days and then she could go back to business as usual. What I decide to do with her in that time is up to me and I always love these jobs best. Always. She's wearing a skirt, see through white top with a black bra underneath and heels that make it tough for her to run from me. Or fight back effectively. I get her easily enough, gagging her and tying her elbows together behind her back. Then we get to the safehouse and the fun begins... Keywords: pantyhose, damsel in distress, sheer blouse, high heels, ballgag, gag, rope, bondage
12:21 video
Oh dear! It seems I've upset Ms Whitney Morgan by being a better dancer than her little sister, and she's decided to take matters into her own hands. I'm XXXX into the room, walking on my knees, my maroon legwarmers little protection from the hard wood floor. The intense grinding on my bones too much to bare, I manage to get my barefeet beneath me, duck walking on the balls of my feet. Whitney hooks an arm under my back and around one bound leg and hoists me onto the couch with a grunt. I wriggle and roll around as Whitney explains why I find myself in this situation. I grunt and whine through my mouth stuffing and vetwrap gag. Whitney continues to taunt me and rant, running her hands over my lithe body. Fed up with my muffled interjections to her tirading, she leaves me to struggle. I wiggle my toes and writhe around, squealing into my gag. With electrical tape encircling my legs and arms, I lift and flex, pushing my ass into the air. This only serves to cause my leotard to climb further up my rump. My mobility modified, I eventually manage to sit up. I press into the couch arching my back. Having worked my butt the to edge, I tentatively slide a knee down to the floor. My chest against the couch and my backside on display, struggle and squirm. I claw at the leg lashing. Nothing I try seems to bring release. Ms Whitney Morgan returns displeased with my attempts at freeing myself. Determined to keep me captive until the completion of the audition, she winds more electrical tape around my legs, pressing them firmly together. Additional tape is also added around my head over the vetwrap. Pleased with my predicament, she exits. I shift my bound legs back and forth, little other movement left to me. I kick my feet and wiggle my toes. I shimmy my body side to side as I press up on my hands and the balls of my feet. Tucking my legs beneath me, I am XXXX into a kneeling position. I bend and straighten my elbows, lifting my arms into the air, but nothing seems to help. I half maneuver half slip back onto the hardwood onto my belly; my nipples displeased with the surface and catching on every minute crack as I slide around. Keywords: electrical tape, bondage, damsel in distress, vetwrap gag, leotard, legwarmers, barefoot, bare legs, barefeet
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Bonus Photo Update! I hope you enjoy these photos I shot with local Saint Louis photographer Allan Crain! More of his work can be found here AKCrain. Keywords: abandoned building, leggings, boots, flatcap, hat, modelling
9:49 video
A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre... AJ Marion is back at it again, taking the 8 minute escape challenge. And also, this is the first clip with a new rule: Mr. Ogre is only allowed 3 pieces of rope to bind the ladies with. Anyway, AJ is wearing a super cute outfit with some argyle knee socks and black and white heeled shoes you simply have to see to believe. She giggles and grins the whole time, obviously hating the predicament she has found herself in. She goes for a leg first, twisting this way and that trying to reach the knot and get herself free. Mr. Ogre has threatened her with getting tickled which she hates. Does she escape? Watch and find out! Keywords: rope, bondage, escape, challenge, game, pantyhose, thigh high socks, jean skirt, consensual, high heels, ballgag, gag
11:10 video
He seemed like a nice and competent enough fellow, but this wasn't my call to make. It had come down from Mr Smith's office, and I was just the bearer of bad news. "...you're just not going to be a good fit for our company unfortunately. I'm sure you can show yourself out." Just as I've repeated to countless applicants over the years. I turn and start to dial Mr Smith's extension when suddenly the man grabs me from behind, covering my mouth with his large hands. I reach up and try to pull him off of me, but am unable to budge his grip on my face at all. I find myself bound at the wrist and ankle with my legs spread wide and through the arms of my office chair. My skirt has ridden up to my hips leaving my pantyhose encased legs completely exposed. I shift side to side, attempting to loosen my bonds. My assailant idly pushes me forward, dipping my face below my knees, before jerking me upright once again. A ring gag is placed between my teeth and strapped securely behind my head while many protestations issue forth from me. I wriggle and writhe a bit, briefly alone, when my foe returns to unbutton my blouse, revealing my petite, pert breasts. I fling my body left and right. I flex and roll my ankles attempting to free my feet from the restraints encircling them. Eventually, I manage to slip off a pump and kick away the remaining ropes. Unfortunately, this does not afford me any more mobility. My legs swing freely; my toes barely able to reach the floor when pointed. The applicant hoists my arms up and over the back of my chair, securing them in place and XXXX me leaned forward. I struggle and squirm, bouncing in my seat. The occasional string of drool dribbling down my chin. Finally, each ankle is pulled back and up and fastened to the anchor rope. He pushes and spins me, tipping the chair far forward, threatening to drop me on my face, until ultimately dragging me away. Keywords: rope, bondage, damsel in distress, gal Friday, shiny blouse, pantyhose, high heels, secretary, topless, bare breasts, ring gag
16:45 video
AJ Marion and Mr. Ogre decide they are going to work on some new rope positions. AJ comes dressed in a super tight tank and black skirt. Her new ivory and black pumps complete the outfit and look fantastic. Ogre starts by binding her wrists to her hips, cinching them down snugly. He moves on to put rope around her elbows, tying them tightly to her lithe body. Another length of rope goes between the two, cinching her arms firmly against her waist, keeping them from being able to move. Some loops and a cinch around her ankles and her knees keep her from being able to even turn in place as he finishes the majority of her bondage. A hair tie is added, pulling her chin up off of the floor and holding her in a firm arch. The rope is pulled up and down, the pulley effect holding her in place tightly making sure she can barely move. The distress is plain on her face as she struggles to maintain the pulled position, unable to really do anything to alleviate her discomfort. At one point she rocks back and forth to try and flip onto her side but can only manage to twist a little, falling back into position. Keywords: rope, bondage, pantyhose, consensual, high heels
15:25 video
Tight Jeans Damsels, Hogtied & Chairtied together! They dont know why they are being held there, they just know they have to escape! Both girls are now barefoot and missing their blouses, leaving only their lacy bras to preserve their modesty. Buxom and round, Sandra is hogtied under and to the chair that athletic and bendy AJ has been tied to. Vet-wrap gags wrapped around their mouths and heads hold in mouth stuffing cloths to keep them from calling of help. Our struggling damsels aren't going to get away anytime soon!
14:47 video
AJ Marion and Mr. Ogre decide it's time to show off some beautiful boots she received from a fan. She is wearing a white button up poet style shirt with jean leggings and a black belt. And then there are the black and white, knee high, vintage style oxford heeled boots. AJ and Ogre waste no time getting to work. Her forearms and wrists are bound first and AJ poses prettily for the camera as shot after shot is taken. More rope is added to her arms before the next round of photographs. Then, Ogre binds her ankles and knees with rope, securing her legs crossed and tightly together. Finally, white cotton panties are inserted into her mouth and then secured down with a length of rope. AJ does a fantastic job of moving about to give Ogre fantastic shot after shot of her beautiful costume and the very tight ropes. Keywords: boots, high heels, rope, bondage, gag, consensual, jeggings
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Bonus Photo Update! I hope you enjoy these photos I shot with Mr Ogre! keywords: stockings, garters, high heels, glamour
10:05 video
I was relaxing in the backyard on the patio, enjoying the sunshine, when I was grabbed and overcome. A pink bandana is pulled between my teeth and my arms are quickly bound behind me with rope at the wrists and elbows. To keep me from running to the neighbors, my ankles and knees are also lashed together. My assailant hops me into the bedroom, using the elbow rope as a handlebar. Easily lifting me up with my knee bindings, I am nonchalantly tossed onto the bouncy mattress. The man double checks my restraints and leaves. I adjust my positioning on the mattress, thrusting my legs into the air, shifting them hoping to loosen or slide the wraps. I shimmy my shoulders and wiggle my legs, but none of my bindings move. Bending and flexing my arms also seems to have no effect on the ropes encircling them. I continue to flop around on the bed and eventually I notice the rotary phone sitting on the vanity. "I wonder if it actually works..." I think to myself. I carefully move to the edge, place my barefeet on the floor, and stand up. A few short hops, and I've made it to the phone! It takes a moment to manuever myself and the phone into a position in which I can utilize it. Just as I'm fingering the phone to dial out, my aggressor returns and shoves me back onto my belly on the bed. He grinds a knee into my back assuring that my movements are minimal as he pulls me up into a tight hogtie. He rolls me around, centers me on the bed, and departs once more with a slam of the door. I grunt and squeal through my gag as I stretch and pull on my restraints. Rolling around searching for relief or escape, I come precariously close to falling off the edge and strain to recenter myself, panting with the effort. I eventually reposition onto my back and shove my hips XXXX into the air. I writhe and squirm and roll, whimpering through the cleave gag between my lips. After some time, the man reappears to roughly handle me and contact his buyer. Keywords: rope, bondage, damsel in distress, bare legs, shorts, cleave gag
8:09 video
AJ is in some serious straits this time. Someone has nabbed her, bound her up tight and left her to struggle. She is wearing shorts and a top with pantyhose. Her arms are bound behind her, legs welded together and a ballgag is strapped into her mouth. She struggles with the rope to escape, looking off camera to see if they are returning yet even as she tries to get free. She manages to move the rope down her forearms a bit but it bunches up at her wrists making it harder to get those free. Her elbows stay bound behind her. She twists around, grabbing at rope, moving rope and trying to be rid of the rope. She is desperate to get free, knowing any minute her oppressor will be back and she will have to deal with whatever they do to her. She manages to get her wrists free after a long while. She keeps trying. Let's hope she manages to escape. Keywords: escape, pantyhose, shorts, damsel in distress, ballgag, gag
8:10 video
I was working on my splits in the dance studio when suddenly I was pinned to the floor, my cheek pressing into the hard wood. A pink bandana is quickly pulled between my teeth, and my forearms are encased in electrical tape behind me. The black tape is wound around my legs, over my ballet pink legwarmers, immobilizing me further. My assailant then tosses me in the corner and leaves me to languish in my bonds. I thrust my legs into the air, wriggling my feet, hoping the tape will stretch. I shimmy and strain, the tape creaking as I test its limits. I whimper and cry into my cleave gag. The tape cuts into the flesh of my thighs as I bend my knees attempting to push my legwarmers and the bands of tape down. Eventually, I slide completely to the floor and writhe; my firm ass peeking out of my tiny shorts. I flex and point my feet, the adhesive strips stretching slightly with my efforts. Displeased with all of my squirming, my aggressor pulls me into a hogtie and ditches me to roll around for the time remaining until someone recuses me. I rock on my stomach like a seesaw, arching up as far as I can. Rolling left and right from belly to back, unable to find relief or release, I heave my hips into the air. But, no matter how I struggle and strain, there is no escape. Keywords: tape bondage, damsel in distress, shorts, legwarmers, barefoot, cleave gag, electrical tape
18:34 video
AJ is wearing a bright red alumni sweater and tight jeggings. Her high heel pumps compliment the outfit nicely. Ogre decides he wants to do a balltie with her with some rope that they are planning to get rid of. So he starts by tying her wrists together behind her back and then cinching them to her back. She plops down on the floor, shaking her ass at the camera. Her knees are then bound to her shoulders. She sits and wiggles and plays in the rope and Ogre brings a cushion in for her to kneel on. There is a fair bit of struggling from AJ to get up on the cushion. Ogre gives her a much appreciated push and keeps tying her. Her ankles are frogtied to her thighs and her breathing is becoming labored and she is struggling. Mr. O ties a cleave ballgag in her mouth. He adds a hair tie, holding her head up. Ogre slides the cushion around on the floor while he is taking promotional photos of the tie. She struggles a little while longer, when an unexpected guest shows up and they say hello. After a little bit, Ogre pulls out his rope cutter that he got from AjaRope.com. AJ flops over, grinning and waves goodbye at the end of the clip. Keywords: sweater, high heels, jeggings, rope, bondage, consensual, gag
15:56 video
I'm always excited to play with friends, and today I get to spend time with the beautiful Ms. Whitney Morgan. She idly fondles a couple bundles of rope as she watches me approach and sit next to her. Rubbing the rope along her creamy skin, she exclaims, "I'm already ogling all the lovely, soft rope, and how much I can't wait to have it all over my body." I begin by asking Ms. Morgan for her high heel clad feet, and she is happy to oblige me. "You're going to start with my feet first and work..." "Work my way up." we finish together as I caress her pantyhose encased leg. I bind her ankles, making sure to include a heel hook to assist in keeping her stiletto pumps on, and just below her knees. I check in and ask how it's feeling. Whitney leans back, lifting her bound legs, nearly flashing her ass. Sitting back up, I gently turn her away from me, running my hands up her arms, and lean in closely. I bring her arms down behind her, our fingers entwined. I take a length of hemp and coil it around her arms anchoring it to her shoulders. "I only wish I could see how lovely it looks behind me right now." Whitney pouts. Finally, I strap a big, black ballgag into her open, poised mouth, and leave her to enjoy her bonds for a few minutes. She wiggles and shifts and explores her restraints, moaning into the gag. After watching her writhe and roll around, I decide she needs more rope. I help her lay down and secure her wrists together, using the remainder of the rope to hold her in a nice hogtie. Keywords: rope, bondage, lingerie, garters, stockings, high heels, ballgag, gag, love bondage
8:54 video
AJ Marion is seated in a leather chair as a man comes behind her to handgag her. He stuffs white panties in her mouth as she tries to say no and shake her head. They are held in for a moment while he grabs a roll of orange vet wrap and begins to bind the pretty girl's face, trapping the panties inside. Her mouth bulges with the cloth. The man leaves her to struggle and then the camera pans backwards, showing more of her predicament. Her wrists are bound behind her and her knees and ankles are also bound tightly together. She kicks and struggles, showing off her amazingly lithe, dancer's body but the ropes don't budge. She squirms around for a long time and then the man returns. Mr. Ogre grabs her and then adds more rope, keeping her immobilized completely. She is bent over forwards, with her elbows locked together behind her. A rope goes around her shoulders and underneath her knees, keeping her folded in a half balltie. She is seated on the floor at this point and can barely move at all. She struggles like this for a while before the camera fades out. Keywords: shorts, bare legs, vetwrap gag, damsel in distress, rope, bondage
9:40 video
Secretary Sandra Nabbed by Bosslady AJ Marion, Tied, Thrown in the Trunk & Driven Away! Several days ago, Sandra rejected the advances of one of the company's biggest potential clients, and AJ needs that new account or risk losing everything. Since "the customer is always right", AJ decides to present her buxom secretary to the client a s a present. After staying long enough after work to make sure it was just the two of them in the building, AJ drags, Sandra, into the warehouse.She has rope and duct tape all ready and ties her high-heeled, short skirted, silk bloused employee tightly. The bandanna that was barely keeping her struggling secretary quiet is stuffed deep in Sandra's mouth and is sealed in with duct tape wrapped around her head and mouth. AJ opens the cargo door where her black Cadillac is waiting. She bundles Sandra into the trunk, checks the ropes and slams the lid shut. She Gets in and pulls away for a late night meeting with her new client...
7:29 video
For this Fetish Photoshoot we tried something a little different than we normally do: we didn't do any onscreen tying. The clip opens with AJ lying on a rug in the new in house shooting studio. She is wearing a black flatcap, black high waisted pants and a see through black top with red bra underneath. Her textured red pumps finish out the ensemble. Well, actually the rope is the finishing accessory for her outfit. Her elbows are welded together behind her back in multiple places, anchored up around her shoulders. Her knees are bound together tightly and the remainder of that rope binds her ankles together. Her shoes are, of course, caught up in the rope. They will not be going anywhere. Despite being so tightly trussed, AJ manages a fair bit of movement to pose for the photographs. Belly arches and arches with her back on the ground is something she excels at. She is so flexible she could probably have rolled all over the room and then out and down the stairs. At some point Ogre decides he has to gag her (because as AJ says in the clip "without a gag, it isn't bondage.") Keywords: high heels, consensual, rope, bondage, ballgag, gag, redhead
7:04 video
AJ Marion is bound tightly while wearing a red dress and super high heeled pumps with her beautiful bare legs shown off. She is bound with her arms glued together behind her back, her knees bound tightly with her ankles as well. She twists around, bouncing this way and that, showing off her beautiful body. She falls to the floor, off the loveseat and tries to get back up but has a tough time! She bends everything, grabbing at the ropes, trying to get things free when her shoes fall off. She wiggles her toes and shoes off her beautiful, naked feet to the camera. The camera fades out and when the lights come back up, her bound form has now been pulled into a hogtie, limiting her movement even more. She flips over on her back, trying to arch to reach her ankles and can't quite manage it. Keywords: damsel in distress, bare legs, high heels, rope, bondage, vetwrap gag, barefoot, barefeet
13:27 video
AJ is sitting in her living room, reading a book and trying to relax. Someone XXXX at the door and she looks up to yell "come in!" A man comes in with a briefcase. He claims he is from the Acme Rope Company and has come by to show some samples and see if he can get some sales. AJ is wearing her striped shirt, black knitted sweater and stretch jean leggings. Her black and white flat loafers complete the look. He sits down on the couch with her and starts telling her the various uses for rope. Including a marital aid, he claims. He gets her to let him tie her wrists in front of her and she says great, untie me, I'll buy some rope. Well he is very enthusiastic about his job and starts tying her up more, showing her the demonstration that he'd been working on for a month. She isn't exactly pleased, but he seems set on what he is doing and she can't really stop him anyway. He puts a ballgag on her too, as he apparently sells those for another company. She threatens to call the police so he takes off and leaves her in this predicament. Keywords: jeans, rope, bondage, pantyhose, ballgag, gag
17:21 video
Ogre's World gets in a new shipment of rope from their friends over at ajarope.com and need to test it out. So AJ is called up for us to work the rope up a little bit and run it through it's paces. She's wearing black today and lots of it sheet. High heels and glasses finish out her outfit as she models the rope, holding it up this way and that. AJ's elbows are locked together with three different wraps of rope. Her arm ropes are secured to her trunk with more wraps. Ogre asks her politely to kneel and then binds her ankles together. "Where do girls go after they've been on their knees?" he asks. She grins and says "On their backs? Riiight" and lays down for him to bind her thighs together. Her knees are also bound. This of course is turned into a hogtie and a large amount of somewhat larger rope is covering her whole body. She looks great and this video was a lot of fun to make. Plenty of banter. Keywords: stockings, sheer blouse, eye glasses, rope, bondage, consensual
15:55 video
AJ and Mr. Ogre grab some pantyhose and decide that it's been entirely too long since they'd done an encasement together. The video opens up with AJ wearing some super tight undershorts and a black bra with black velvety heels. The pantyhose are put over her arms, one at a time, and her head comes out the top. A single leg of the second pair comes up over her legs as one sheath. The excess is cut off and turned into a mask. That's when the tape gets started. Wrists and elbows of course and then her wrists are anchored to her waist by means of a couple rounds of the end of the roll. Her ankles get taped together a fair bit and she wiggles about. Legs are done next and finally her ankles are pulled up as in a balltie. She is lifted up onto the couch and since she can't open her eyes anyway (the hose are very tight) Ogre goes ahead and wraps a blindfold on her so she can't see. Her face is distorted and cramped by the compression but that's okay, she loves this stuff. She is definitely breathing heavy by the end of the clip, trying to make it to the end. She does just fine, if you were to ask us. Keywords: pantyhose encasement, nylon, electrical tape, bondage, high heels, consensual
19:03 video
AJ Marion is put into one of the more stringent ties that we do over here at Ogre's World, one that we originally tried with Serene Isley. Because of this, Ogre has nicknamed this "the serene tie". AJ is wearing a little black dress and a pair of very unique high heel pumps. The tie starts out with AJ's wrists being bound behind her back. This is followed by her elbows even as she turns around to watch Ogre as he is grabbing rope. Her actions in this clip are adorable and it's fun just watching the two of them interact. Her wrists are then attached to her waist from behind and her elbows are then raised up into a semi strappado, XXXX her to lift up a little to relieve the pressure. She is ballgagged shortly after this. She starts to try and kick at Ogre as he pokes her ribs for a quick tickle, so he ties her knee up so that her thigh is parallel with the ground. She is XXXX to teeter on one foot, the pressure in her grounded leg mounting with every passing minute. He adds more rope, this time tying her hair back and up, XXXX her neck straight. Finally, he binds her lifted ankle to her other thigh and leaves her to struggle with her balance. Keywords: high heels, consensual, rope, bondage, ballgag, gag, candid, hair tie
10:11 video
A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre... AJ Marion is tied in what looks to be a super easy set of ropes but watching the video you'll see that looks can be deceiving. Wearing a super cute black ensemble including her pencil skirt, striped tights and high heeled, kneehigh boots, she looks delicious. The rope encircles her ankles, her waist and welds her arms together. AJ giggles and taunts him. She twists all over the place and ends up on the floor, with her back to the camera, all manner of crazy positions just to move some of that rope. But in the end, there is only one thing that matters: does she escape? Watch and find out! Keywords: escape, escaping, high heels, boots, tights, pantyhose, candid, sweater, non-nude
14:06 video
“I've had ENOUGH of you taking the spotlight!” Lizz exclaims as she shoves me onto the couch. “You and Johnny. You and Johnny. I want Johnny! I wanna dance with Johnny!”
She pulls me up to standing and places a pink bandanna between my teeth, knotting it snugly in place as she explains that I won't be attending class today.
“And then I will be the star...” Lizz daydreams, “amazing things...amazing things...”
I'm pushed down onto the sofa once more as Lizz decides which length of rope to use next. I'm jerked to my feet again and spun around. Lizz binds my elbows tightly together as she taunts me and explains why she's doing this. I begin to protest through my gag, and she quickly covers my mouth with her hand.
“Shhhh!” Lizz leans her lips close to my ear. “Did I tell you that you could talk? Because I'm pretty sure that I didn't. Didn't I just tell you to be quiet?”
Lizz throws me back on the couch, grabs more rope, and lifts my legs onto her lap. She wraps rope around my ankles, cinching them down.
“Maybe this will trigger something deep down inside of you, and you'll beg me to tie you up later.” Lizz speculates. She expounds further and begins coming on to me. “I can make you feel so much more pleasure than dancing with Johnny. I'm sure.”
I glare back at her. A final piece of rope is added above my knees, and I'm left with my “instructions.” I wiggle and squirm in my bondage, lifting my legs in the air. I flex and point my feet, but the ropes don't budge. I whimper through my gag with my efforts. I claw at the rope encircling my wrists. I strain and stretch.
Soon, Lizz returns having determined that I'm much too noisy. The bandanna is untied and crammed into my mouth, and silver tape is wound around my head.
“Maybe I don't want Johnny at all. Maybe what I really wanted was AJ...” Lizz grins as she caresses my body.
“Why don't you lay down on that couch.” Lizz suggests.
“You're not going to follow directions?” she questions and swats my ass with a crack of the rope. “Lay down. On your stomach.”
I grunt and blubber as my wrists are linked to my ankles, pulling me into a hogtie. Lizz walks her fingers up my body, and torments me for a few more moments before leaving me once again to attend dance class.
Keywords: dancer damsel, dasmel in distress, DID, bondage, leotard, tights, stirrup tights, thong, cleave gag, tape gag, mouth stuffing, struggling, rope, barefoot
12:21 video
Oh dear! It seems I've upset Ms Whitney Morgan by being a better dancer than her little sister, and she's decided to take matters into her own hands. I'm XXXX into the room, walking on my knees, my maroon legwarmers little protection from the hard wood floor. The intense grinding on my bones too much to bare, I manage to get my barefeet beneath me, duck walking on the balls of my feet. Whitney hooks an arm under my back and around one bound leg and hoists me onto the couch with a grunt.
I wriggle and roll around as Whitney explains why I find myself in this situation. I grunt and whine through my mouth stuffing and vetwrap gag. Whitney continues to taunt me and rant, running her hands over my lithe body. Fed up with my muffled interjections to her tirading, she leaves me to struggle.
I wiggle my toes and writhe around, squealing into my gag. With electrical tape encircling my legs and arms, I lift and flex, pushing my ass into the air. This only serves to cause my leotard to climb further up my rump. My mobility modified, I eventually manage to sit up. I press into the couch arching my back. Having worked my butt the to edge, I tentatively slide a knee down to the floor. My chest against the couch and my backside on display, struggle and squirm. I claw at the leg lashing. Nothing I try seems to bring release.
Ms Whitney Morgan returns displeased with my attempts at freeing myself. Determined to keep me captive until the completion of the audition, she winds more electrical tape around my legs, pressing them firmly together. Additional tape is also added around my head over the vetwrap. Pleased with my predicament, she exits.
I shift my bound legs back and forth, little other movement left to me. I kick my feet and wiggle my toes. I shimmy my body side to side as I press up on my hands and the balls of my feet. Tucking my legs beneath me, I am XXXX into a kneeling position. I bend and straighten my elbows, lifting my arms into the air, but nothing seems to help. I half maneuver half slip back onto the hardwood onto my belly; my nipples displeased with the surface and catching on every minute crack as I slide around.
Keywords: electrical tape, bondage, damsel in distress, vetwrap gag, leotard, legwarmers, barefoot, bare legs, barefeet
8:58 video
I tip toe into the room led by Claire de Lune, my knees and elbows bound tightly with jute.
“So, I think we've had enough of that mouth...” Claire tells me.
She pulls a large red ballgag into my mouth and straps it into place. I squeak and whimper past the gag.
“Oh man. Still with all the noise!”
Taking a moment, she pulls at my leotard and runs her hands down my tights as she mocks me. Claire briskly turns me around.
“Yeah, why don't we just show everybody your ass. That's well composed.” She gives my exposed buttocks a few smacks. “So cute! Oh my god! Everybody just loves the 'darling little dancer'.” she teases. Claire helps me onto my knees, and then maneuvers me to lay on the rug.
She picks up a bundle of rope and begins binding my ankles. I wiggle and squirm, but my struggles do nothing more than wave my ass around enticingly.
“Now you can just wiggle until your heart's content.” she states as she finishes tying off my ankle rope. A few parting smacks, and she leaves me to struggle on the floor.
I roll around on the carpet, straining and stretching against my bonds. I lift my legs in the air twisting and turning, trying anything to loosen my restraints. It isn't long before Claire returns with even more rope!
“Okay, I think I've had enough of you wiggling around.” she notifies me before bending down and flipping me over.
She drags me closer by my knees, and unties the cinch there. A simple larks head attaches to my ankles while the remaining length is looped between my wrists. A few passes back and forth leaves me hogtied. She runs her hands over my body one last time before departing once again.
I whimper and cry through my gag. I flip over onto my arms, thrusting my hips high into the air. I arch up, rocking on my stomach. I reach and pull and finger at the few fibers I find, but my attempts are futile.
11:01 video
It's time to warm up and stretch! I'm listening to some music through my earbuds and bouncing around. I go through a variety of stretches, arching, bending, rolling, and reaching through my postures. I transition to the floor for some butterfly stretching. The soles of my feet pressed firmly together, I wiggle my toes as I lean forward and rock gently. Standing, I begin a releve sequence. Knowing that balance and ankle strength are areas in which I am attempting to increase ability, I focus intently on the exercise. Moving through turned out and parallel second and first positions and finishing with several lifts, I do not hear or notice the man entering through the doors behind me. As I gently press back down from my held balance, he violently grabs me, a large hand covering my mouth and arm encircling my chest! I kick and flail aggressively, my legs swinging in the air. I reach up with both hands, clutching at the man's forearm, attempting to rip his hand off of my face. He drags me over towards the coffee table and chair. I manage to get my feet on the tabletop, but can't gain any traction. My feet slip and slide on the slick surface. We fall back and down into the chair, but I can already feel by body getting heavy. I thrash, but eventually, everything goes dark.
I awake to find myself bound, rather uncomfortably, across the coffee table. My toes turned under. My wrists secured to my ankles beneath the table. A panel gag muffling my grunts and protestations. I wriggle around, my movements rather minuscule due to my precarious position. I squeal and moan into my gag, lifting my head and looking around. My captor returns to relax and lounges in the leather chair, resting his boots in my lap. I groan and pull against my bonds. He inspects his work, and my body, fingers digging into my thighs. Straddling me, he casually reaches out, and places a full water cup on my stomach. I immediately become remarkably still and quiet, my attention entirely on balancing the container of liquid. Witnessing my discipline and focus, my assailant softly tickles my hips, fingertips working delicately. I squeal and shriek, unable to maintain my composure for very long. The cup slowly tips forward, and water dumps forth washing over my face. I cough and XXXX and gag, trying to catch my breath and clear the water from my nostrils and eyes. My aggressor returns to further torment and humiliate me, pulling down my leotard, exposing and groping my pert breasts. Finally, he leaves me. Crying and whimpering.
Keywords: damsel in distress, dancer damsel, DID, legwarmers, barefoot, leotard, panel gag, bare legs
12:12 video
It's a quiet evening, and I've decided to get in a little stretching before calling it a day. Sporting a pair of ballet pink transition tights and a teal leotard, I flow through a variety of positions: downward dog, plank, press, up facing dog. I vary the up dog by flexing my knee and bringing up a pointed toe, first on the right, then the left. Pressing back, I spread my knees wide and reach forward all the way through my fingers. I wiggle my ass left and right warming up my hips and attempting to release some of the tension in my lower back. Flowing into a frog stretch, I make constant tiny adjustments. Moving into and between a few cat-cow stretches, I sit back on my heels, rolling my shoulders. I proceed with a few shoulder stretches. These flow into a neck and body roll sequence. Hopping forward and leaning back, I press into one final shoulder and chest opening stretch. Next up are some forward bends. I reach and hook my hands behind the balls of my feet.
As I lay there, my face in my knees, focused on bending from the hip and reaching through my chest, a man comes in and grabs me, pressing me flat onto the carpet. He pins me down and raises my arms high behind me. Having no trouble holding me in place, he takes his time binding my wrists. Once secured, he torments me, pinching a nipple and grabbing a handful of hair. I whine and protest, struggling with the small amount of movement available to me. Lengths of rope are added to my elbows and ankles. Throughout the process of binding me, my assailant lifts and flips me casually like a sack of sugar, maneuvering me into the positions he desires. I claw at the knot on my wrist restraint. Soon, I am roughly sat up, and the banana I was wearing as a headband is XXXX between my teeth.
The man gropes my breasts briefly before tossing me down by my neck. I try to roll away, but can't get very far. As I lay with my face against the carpet, a foot presses down firmly on my back. I squeal and protest as the man further torments me. A last piece of rope is added, securing me in a hogtie, and I am shoved onto my back. As I gaze up into his cold, green eyes as a foot grinds into my throat. Finally, he leaves me to roll about as I please.
A stroke of luck! My hogtie rope pulls free! But alas! The man returns before I can release the rest of the ropes.
12:05 video
As a dancer and bondage bunny, I am constantly working to maintain and increase my flexibility. What better way to develop that than with bondage flexibility training sessions!
For this session, I find myself stretched and spread on a wooden workbench. Rope encircling my ankles pulls my legs back and apart, leaving me uncomfortable and exposed. The cuffs securing my wrists hold me down and forward. My maneuverability significantly impaired, I swing my long legs side to side from the hips. I flex and point my feet, wiggling my toes, attempting to gain even the slightest relief at the tiniest of adjustments. Moans and gasps pour from my lips as I endure my affair. Writhing in my restraints, I pendulum my legs pursuing a pause in the relentless wrenching of my groin. I lay back, closing my eyes, bringing my focus inward. My lips pursed as I audibly exhale. My chest heaves with the breaths and my effort.
After a time, Ben enters and fills my mouth with a bright red ballgag. My predicament continues and the squirming increases in frequency until I am constantly wriggling some small part of me.
Keywords: leotard, bare legs, wrinkled soles, barefoot, consensual
11:59 video
Partially bound in my dance practice gear, GiGi leads me into a living room and XXXX me to kneel on the floor. Apparently, I auditioned for and was awarded a solo in the upcoming competition over her daughter. Needless to say, this pisses her off, and she is prepared to do whatever it takes to assure her daughter dances my role in the competition today. Apparently, I am not the first team member to suffer at GiGi's hands.
"Nobody auditions against her. They all know better. And now, you're learning the lesson." GiGi states as she holds my face in place. "Do you understand?"
"This is how we learn the lesson?" I ask.
"Open your God damn mouth!" GiGi demands as she shoves a pink, knotted bandana into my mouth.
Calling me a big mouthed brat and accusing me of showing my breasts to the coach to win the part, she pinches a nipple roughly. GiGi continues to belittle me as she straddles my legs and quickly binds my knees. I beg her through my cleave gag to let me go. She merely mocks me in response.
"You're lucky I didn't break your fucking leg. That's what I did to the last girl. You got off easy." She reveals as she ties off the ends of her rope.
Moving down my legs, she threatens to snap my toes and break my feet, but instead decides to remind me of the troupe's morality agreement. Any member discovered to be participating in lewd activities is immediately dismissed. GiGi's plan is to make a record of my current predicament and share it not only with the team coach, but also on my social media. She leaves me to ponder my situation and goes to retrieve her camera.
I writhe around, lifting my tights covered legs into the air and wiggling my toes. Soon, GiGi returns with her equipment, taking video and stills. Even notifying me that she can post directly from her camera! Having acquired her blackmail materials, GiGi adds an additional piece of rope to my bonds, pulling my knees up towards my chest, folding me in half. Satisfied with her work, she pushes me over onto my side and leaves me to struggle and moan on the carpet.
12:36 video
I've auditioned for a guest part with a dance company in North Carolina, and while I performed quite exceptionally, Mr. Andrews informs me that another candidate did just a touch better. I'm obviously disappointed given all the extra work I've put into preparing for the audition. Knowing this, Mr. Andrews informs me that he might have some extra credit I could complete to put me over the top. I practically leap at him accepting the opportunity to clinch the spot. He leaves briefly to retrieve some equipment. I chatter to myself a bit while I wait for his return.
Mr. Andrews returns with a bandana, silver tape, and rope. He stands me up and faces me away from him. Each time I attempt to face him, he repositions me.
“Don't be difficult.” he states.
“I'm not being difficult!” I exclaim.
With that, Mr. Andrews unfurls a length of rope and binds my elbows behind me. I continue to question him and move around, and he nonchalantly maneuvers me where he pleases. Lifting my arms, I can do nothing but bend over, sticking out my ass.
“Hm..nice.”
I glare over my shoulder with a furrowed brow. Once my arms are secured, Mr. Andrews shoves me to my knees and fills my mouth with a large, blue bandana. I protest and whine, but my words are muffled and mostly unintelligible. The silver tape is then wrapped around my head insuring my inability to push the cloth from my mouth. Finally, Mr. Andrews lifts me into his lap, where he is better able to grope me.
“You know, I think you are going to win after all.” he informs me.
I wiggle and strain as he continues to tie my body. I end up hogtied on the carpet and left to struggle and moan on my own.
I writhe and roll around utilizing all of my strength and flexibility to try and loosen my restraints. I claw at my bonds and kick my feet. After some time, Mr. Andrews returns to torment me. Apparently, he's displeased with my amount of movement as he tightens my hogtie rope. His hands run over my body lingering on my ass and legs. He leaves me once more, but not before implying what some of the other extra credit tasks might be…
I pull against the ropes in a final attempt to free myself to no avail. Mr. Andrews returns, picks me up, and carries me away to complete my company audition.