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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 - AJ Marion
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
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0234 - Saving the Secretary - AJ Marion & Madalynn Raye
12:56 video
“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
12:52 video
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