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.

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

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.

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...

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.

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

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.

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!

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.

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...

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.”

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

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.

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

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.”

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.