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.
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
8:02 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
I find myself bound and gagged in a cinder block room. A cruel crotch rope runs from the front to the back of my chest harness, sliding back and forth as I struggle. I whimper and moan as I bend and flex, but a mouth stuffing and silver tape muffle my complaints. I shimmy and twist. As I butterfly my legs, the knots securing my ankles dig in, grinding my legwarmers into my flesh. I lean back on my hands lifting my manicured feet into the air. My soles are covered in a fine dirt from the cement floor, and I wiggle my polished toes as I point and flex my bare feet. My struggling and straining continues for several minutes, when Mr. Ogre appears with more rope in hand.
He gruffly lifts me off the cold ground and pushes me into a ball position. A length of nylon is wound from my chest around my ankles, permanently pulling me down. I squeal and grunt through my gag, but Mr. Ogre takes no notice. With a patronizing pat on the cheek, and he leaves me there. I rock side to side with few other options available to me. I test the limits of my restraints, wiggling and squirming as I'm able. I manage to lay down on my side, and quickly discover that this was a terrible choice. I'm stuck! I don't have enough leverage to change my position! I push with my toes, attempting to hold my leg position and avoid the crushing knots between my ankles.
Keywords: ass, barefoot, bare legs, DID, dancer damsel, feet, gag, legwarmers, rope bondage, shorts, spandex, stirrup, tape gag, topless
8:42 video
19:22 video
Starring: AJ Marion
Just a little heel and foot play video I took while editing the other day! I'm wearing a pair of Capezio dance tights, purple legwarmers, and black, satin peeptoe heels (Which haven't been worn at all and I'm breaking in!). I'm such a kinetic person, and I'm constantly fidgeting and squirming. I hope you enjoy this bonus update!
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Keywords: candid, feet, high heels, tights, voyeur, heel/foot play, legwarmers
12:04 video
I prance around in place as I await Mr Andrews in front of the fireplace. We banter a bit as he glues my elbows together with a long length of jute.
“I'm one of bondage's nice guys.” David tells me.
“So nice!” I sass back.
“Well, you know, I'm a giver. Girls need their elbows tied together, and I'm right fuckin here.”
I laugh heartily. I begin using my breathing to manage the immediate stress the bondage is causing my body. David grabs my throat and turns me around.
“Alright, I'm just going to have to...manually control you while I'm tying you up.” he casually states as he proceeds to tie my wrists. I giggle as we discuss how disappointing that is for both of us. I am once again XXXX to focus on my breathing as my forearms lay flat against one another.
“About that ballgag...”
I open my mouth wide and wrap my lips around the red ball as it is clasped tightly in place. Partially bound and mildly muffled, David aggressively gropes and explores my body. He bends me over, hands full of flesh, fingers digging in. I grunt and moan and struggle to remain stable as David slaps my sensitive thighs. He continues to manipulate and maneuver me for a few more moments. Then, I am left to recover.
I wobble to a wide stance and close my eyes as I recenter. I coo through my gag and walk around, my heels clicking on the wood floor. As I wander, I bend and twist, showing off my form and testing the limits of my restraints.
David reenters with another bundle of rope and begins securing my arms to my body. I sigh and vocalize almost constantly as the unforgiving jute is cinched around my waist. I tremble slightly and find myself slipping further into the sensations surrounding me. As I process my predicament, I am surprised as more rope is added to my torso. The compression on my upper body increases, and the constriction causes me to teeter atop my stilettos. I slowly back away unsteady.
Surely we're done. Certainly there is enough rope on me.
Mr Andrews unwinds a final piece of rope, and I gaze at him with pleading eyes. Every breath is an effort. Every exhalation is an instant endured. He raises my skirt and tucks it into my bindings, exposing my black control top pantyhose. A length of rope is wrapped around my upper thighs just below my ass. Then, he smooths my skirt back into place. I walk back and forth gauging my impediment. I squat and stand trying to find some relief. David tells me to turn around and squat down. Apparently, the rope is still not visible. I hold the position having not been told to move, determined to maintain it as long as possible.
5:35 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Ben
It's time for more bondage bunny training and play! I lay on my belly kicking my feet, wrists cuffed behind me. Ben enters and begins lowering the winch. He loops my wrist rope over the hook and raises it. I adjust the cuffs to balance the pull. Ben gradually raises the winch, inch by inch. I moan softly as my body adjusts to each new level. Eventually, my torso is lifted off the work bench, and I press my ass back to modify the angle and stress of my shoulders. Ben lowers the winch, and I lay back down. I receive a slight moment of reprieve, as my ankles are hooked as well.
I point and flex my feet testing the ropes, not that there is much I can do other than request a modification and hope it's granted. Once more, Ben incrementally raises the winch, and I'm lifted off the table. I vocalize more audibly as I deal with the weight pulling on my wrists and ankles. I hang for a few moments before Ben lowers me back down. I grunt loudly as I reach the bench, and immediately begin focusing on my breathing.
Ben removes my wrist rope from the hook, and lifts my arms high in the air. The winch begins to raise once more, and I am hoisted up feet first. As my ankles continue to rise, my body is XXXX to curve and bear weight over progressively less space until I am resting solely on my chest. Soon, I am lowered again.
Finally, both ropes are looped over the winch's hook, and the controls are placed in my hand! Ben presses my thumb down on a button, and I begin to lift off the table. I find a nice height and settle in. I push my butt up, curling into a ball. I drop my hips, sometimes legs apart, sometimes together; constantly adjusting my positioning and thus the strain on my body. Lifting and twisting and flexing. I coo and breathe and moan as I move. Eventually, I decide I can't take the stress any longer and lower myself to the cushion. I groan forcefully as my shoulders release.
Ben reenters and rubs my back as he takes the controls from me. Then, just as I'm thinking I've done a good job and get to rest, he raises the winch one final time just enough to put me only on my stomach. I whimper pitifully, as I am left and the lights are turned off.
Keywords: ass, bare legs, candid, consensual, dancer, leotard, rope bondage, suspension
18:36 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
It's St Patrick's Day, and I've been out celebrating all day. I met this interesting guy, Mr. Ogre, and decided to bring him back to my place for some fun. We relax on the couch and begin some light petting.
“You ever thought about trying to be a little kinky?” Mr. Ogre asks.
I pull back and question him, reluctantly acquiescing to his request to tie be up. He goes out to his car and retrieves some rope. I nervously rub my tights as we chat.
I turn around, and Mr. Ogre ties my wrists behind my back. He then secures the rest around my waist. Next he binds my ankles, hooking the rope over my heels, and goes back to kissing my neck. I complain a little about not being able to interact with him as much now.
“Tell you what. Let's add some more rope!” he pats my leg and grabs another length of nylon. I protest and debate him. He responds passively, and winds the rope around my knees.
“You don't think this is fun?” he asks.
“Um...it is fun, but it's reached a point where it doesn't need to be any more fun.” I attempt to convince him.
“You don't need any more fun?”
“I am sufficiently amused...entertained...more words I'm certain...” I trail off.
Mr. Ogre cinches my knees ropes down tightly. At this point, I've had enough.
“I think maybe it's time we said good night.” I tell Mr. Ogre.
“I think maybe you need to think about, calling in sick to work tomorrow.” Mr. Ogre retorts.
I lean away and argue with him as he tries to bind my elbows. I complain and quarrel. Having had enough of my lip, Mr. Ogre grabs my ponytail and shoves a pair of panties into my mouth. Next, white electrical tape is wound around my head, squeezing my face. I stand and try to hop away, but Mr. Ogre easily lifts and tosses me onto the couch. Relatively helpless, Mr. Ogre adds rope to my forearms and elbows; then pulls down my skirt. A chair is brought over, and Mr. Ogre lifts me from the floor. He bends me over the back of the chair and ties me to it. A piece of rope is attached to my hair and pulls my head cruelly back. Pleased with my predicament, Mr. Ogre leaves me to suffer and await my fate.
Keywords: ass, panties, DID, electrical tape, gag, high heels, rope bondage, tape gag, tights, upskirt
12:56 video
I walk in with Claire le Lune partially bound and toss her onto the leather couch. I sling a leg over her, holding her down.
“Come here. How you doing? I'm going to get real close for just a second.” I gleefully tell Claire as I wrap my arm around her head and push a dark purple ballgag into her mouth. I clasp the gag, push her back down on the couch, and stride away to retrieve more rope.
“Oh, you're such a good girl following directions.” I mock as I grab her long legs, and bind her ankles. Claire whines and writhes on the sofa.
“Oh...you whine so pretty...so pretty...” I tease as I imitate her whimpers.
After grabbing another length of rope, I mount Claire in reverse and sit on her torso. I lash her knees together and run my hands over body. I then leave her to consider her situation.
She squirms and slides on the sofa, sitting up to continue her struggling. Claire lifts her legs in the air and kicks in frustration. She flexes and stretches and moans. Working her way to the floor, she shimmies and bends. Claire rolls around on the rug and rubs her legs against the carpet attempting to release her restraints.
“Look at you! You made it onto the floor.” I state as I reenter the room. I lift Claire by her elbows as she flings her upper body onto the cushions. I shove her with my hip, and she flops completely onto the couch.
“Nice job! That was impressive.” I acknowledge. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Claire shakes her head.
“Damn… Damn!” I snatch the rope I brought with me and maneuver Claire into a better position. I secure the byte to her wrists and pull it taught between her ankles. I'm sure to knot the hogtie away from Claire's exploring fingers. Knowing my captive is completely bound and helpless, I unbutton her blouse and caress her once more.
“Alright, I'll be back for you later.”
Claire blubbers through her ballgag as I leave her bra bare and bound.
18:25 video
It's been a while since I've received any bondage bunny training, and my friend David Andrews is more than happy to comply with my request. I sit down at the T bar as instructed and rope is applied to my wrists.
"I'm already wiggling." I grin up at David. "This is either a really good sign, or a really bad sign."
I bounce and rock side to side on my exposed ass. The excited energy moves through my body and is obvious in my wiggling toes and rocking legs. I playfully kick a tights encased foot at David as he settles on the floor preparing to cuff my ankle. Taking the opportunity to tickle the bottom of my foot produces no results.
"Nope. Not today. Maybe some other time." I respond.
I squirm and peek around the T bar, watching David as my ankles are secured to the base corner rings. As he sits next to me to tie my other ankle, I stare at him with a cheshire grin and shake by foot furiously. With three points pinned down, David retrieves a length of rope to lift my knees off the ground.
"Because, I'm not gonna leave it there unless you make me. It's just not gonna happen." I laugh up at David. "At least I'm honest."
I slide around and twist as I'm bound to the banner T. A neck rope pulls my hands in front of my face, further restricting my movement and play. Finally, a waist wrap presses my pelvis into the hard steel. I wriggle and shimmy, exploring what minor maneuverability is left to me. A large purple bandana is crammed in my mouth, and matching vetwrap is wound around my head. My knee ropes are shortened,
completely lifting my legs off the base and further minimizing my movement. I breath and moan through my gag, focusing on maintaining my position.
Keywords: leotard, legwarmers, consensual
6:27 video
Starring: AJ Marion , Zonah Bellum, & Mr. Ogre
Purple haired Zonah Bellum struggles on the floor in a reverse prayer tie. She is ballgagged, her legs are bound and bent in a hogtie. Someone struggles in the background, red leopard pumps and dark pants cuffed just below the knee. There is a lot of grunting and squeaking going on behind their ballgagged lips. A larger person seems to be manhandling the woman in the rear. The camera pans and you can see AJ Marion ****with her elbows welded together.
The big man behind AJ slings her onto the couch, and binds her legs together tightly. She is pulled to the floor and her ankles are pulled up into a hogtie around her neck. The whole rig is then anchored to her hips and around her thighs. There isn't a lot of movement that AJ can do at this point, but Zonah rolls over to offer some comfort. The two ladies obviously enjoy each other's company, even if they aren't exactly happy about how they are trapped.
Keywords: ballgag, DID, denim, gag, high heels, jeans, rope bondage
13:22 video
Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre
After coming home to another handmade Valentine from some random guy I met at the market, I wonder if it's time to bring his behavior to the attention of the police. Just as I'm contemplating this, I'm grabbed from behind and shoved down on the table as a ball wrapped cloth is crammed into my mouth. I whine through the gag and struggle with my stalker, but am easily overpowered. He binds my wrists and secures them around my waist. The ropes are tight and dig into my body.
He grabs my ponytail and pulls me to standing, forcing me onto my tiptoes. I squeal and squeak as he pulls my hair. I'm roughly thrust back down bending over the table and my elbows are firmly bound together. With few options, I rummage around in the man's coat pocket.
“What are you doing? Are you trying to go for some more rope?
“You want more rope?”
I mumble a response.
“You're a dirty girl...” he jests.
I find a bundle and throw it across the room. This only serves to irritate him. After tormenting me a touch, he sits me in a chair, and begins binding my knees. I buck and kick and him, but he's removed nearly all of my leverage. My thighs are tethered together as Mr. Ogre taunts me with what's to come. As rope is added to my ankles, I stamp my feet and raise my legs in the air, annoying my assailant. After he finishes fastening me to the chair, he leaves me to retrieve more toys for “our” enjoyment.
I strain against the ropes, twisting, turning, and torquing however I'm able. I try to examine my restraints, hoping to glimpse a reachable knot to release. I bang my feet loudly on the wood floor in frustration. I grunt and cry until eventually wearing out and giving up.
Keywords: ballgag, bondage, boots, DID, denim, gag, gag talk, jeans, rope bondage
10:46 video
“I'm so sick of you!” Lizz exclaims as she pushes me down on the leather couch. “Open your fucking mouth.”
She fills my mouth with a teal ballgag and fastens it behind my head and under my chin. She tosses me around and smacks my ass a couple of times before grabbing more rope to restrain me further.
“You don't have to do this.” I mutter, barely intelligible through the gag.
“I do have to do this.” Lizz states matter of factly.
Rope is wrapped around my legs as Lizz explains why I'm here.
“You think you're so bad ass with your butt flexing, and your dance routines, and your little neon colored outfits.”
I twist and shimmy in my bonds as Lizz binds my knees and ankles. My hot pink legwarmers barely keeping the braiding from biting into my body. She leaves me to go and check on the dance competition.
I whine and cry through my gag and strain against my restraints. Lifting my legs high in the air, I point and flex my feet hoping the motion will loosen the ankle ropes. None of my movements provide any release. Writhing and arching, I slide around on the sofa struggling. Eventually, I make my way to the carpet, and soon Lizz returns.
I feebly back away from her, and she deftly grabs my throat. I'm instructed to lie on my belly, and mockingly praised for following directions well as I comply. Lizz uses a final length of rope to put me in a tight hogtie, my wrists nearly touching my ankles.
“Do you see the tears in my eyes?” She queries.
“No!” I bark through the ballgag.
“That's because there aren't any.” She stabs.
She harasses me for a few more moments, grabbing handfuls of my butt and groping my breasts before leaving me once more. I arch high in my hogtie, rocking on my hips. I roll around on the carpet, eventually winding up on my back. Pumping my pelvis in the air to relieve the pressure on my pinned arms, I sob in my situation.
24:37 video
A large black cloth is shoved into my squealing mouth, and blue vetwrap is wound around my head, securing the rag, and muffling my whines. I struggle with Mr Ogre, but there is little I can do with my elbows tightly bound behind me. He lifts me up and settles me into the trunk of a little red car. Pulling my legs out, he binds my ankles, hooking the rope around the heels of my mary janes. Another length of rope is lashed around my upper knees, and my legs are pushed into the vehicle. I fish around for anything I can use as a weapon, and jab at my assailant with a metal bar. Mr Ogre easily relieves me of my improvised weapon, and removes the rest of the items from the trunk. A final piece of rope anchors me in place, and he closes me inside.
“Watch your fingers or they're going to get crushed!” he chides me.
I shriek with terror, and the car pulls away.
Bound in my blue tights in the tiny trunk, I wiggle and squirm in my bonds as the bumpy road bounces me around. I can just reach the knot at my knees, and I finger the fibers until I work them free.
“You little bitch.” Mr Ogre declares, frustrated, as he notices.
He pulls over in a vacant parking lot and pops the trunk. Prepared to take advantage of this opportunity, I forcefully kick at him as he lifts the lid. He rebinds my legs, calves to thighs, decreasing my mobility and leverage.
We resume our rough journey, and I roll around in the meager space. I bang my shoes on the walls, knocking, knocking, knocking, but no one can hear me. I wriggle and writhe exhausting myself while attempting to deal with the jostling.
Upon arrival, I am removed from the trunk, and a length of rope is attache to my elbows and looped over a beam, raising my arms up behind me. I kick at Mr Ogre and tug at my restraints. He ties my knees together, and loops a piece around my neck stretching me forward. As a finishing touch, he lifts my shirt and bra, exposing my pert breasts before leaving me to deal with my predicament.
12:17 video
This is a more casual video of Mr Ogre and me from 2012 when I was a baby bondage bunny!
AJ wants to try something strenuous and new. Mr. Ogre has a position in mind and so gets to work on her. She is wearing leggings and super high leopard print and red heels and a long sleeved black sweater. She is swinging from a suspension point in the ceiling when Mr. Ogre approaches, rope in hand.
She kneels down on the hard wooden floor and has her wrists tied together up and over her head. Ogre is nice enough to supply a cushion for her tender knees and then gets to work. He pulls up her ankle and binds it tightly to her thigh, cinching the heel of her shoe against her leg. He takes and wraps up her other leg in the same way, frogtying her on knee point.
He lets her languish this way for a while and then comes back to make it more difficult for her. He pulls her hair back into a hairtie and anchors it into a crotch rope. If she pulls up she tugs harshly on her crotch. This pulls her off balance and she whines and cries about the difficulty of staying balanced. Ogre pulls up her top and pops her bra open while she struggles to find comfort. Mr. Ogre tries to stand her back up on knee point but that is only slightly helpful for AJ. She lowers her down and leaves her kneeling on the floor in that position, miserable and complaining. I guess it never occurred to him to just gag her.
8:19 video
I've had this turquoise lingerie set for a while, and really wanted to do some sensual bondage in it. Luckily, David Andrews was happy to oblige me during one of my visits to the mountain top lair, and because bondage is more fun with friends, Claire le Lune joined in as well!
I begin bound in a wooden chair, and squeak with excitement when Mr Andrews carrying a large, yellow bandana with which to gag me. I open wide, awaiting my mouth stuffing. It fills my gaping gob, and is secured inside with white vetwrap wound around my head. I moan and sigh as the bandage tightens around my face. Next Claire le Lune has an orange bandana shoved into her mouth and vetwrap stretched around her head.
We both writhe and squirm in the chairs, showing off our silhouettes and the lovely lingerie we have donned. I rub my stocking covered legs together, reveling in the sensation. Pushing, lifting, stretching, arching. Claire and I explore our restraints and maneuverability. Eventually turned towards each other, we reach with our legs, rubbing our nylon clad legs against one another. We slide our knees between each other, pushing the limits of our ropes. Turning and twisting and thoroughly testing the extensions available while tied, I groan and giggle.
9:33 video
AJ Marion is taking a XXXX after a long day of shooting with Ogre's World. While she relaxes, dreaming of pretty girls and tight ropes, a man enters her room and binds her wrists together. She wakes as he begins to stuff a ballgag deeply into her mouth. Her arms are pulled up and back behind her head as he anchors them down.
Her legs are his next victim, pulled up and back, her ankles bound to her thighs. More rope is added, pulling her into a tight balltie, unable to extend her legs or move at all. She is folded harshly and left to languish. She is extremely unhappy with her current situation but is unable to affect it at all. The clip ends as she twists and pulls, naked feet wriggling.
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.
7:25 video
AJ is tied wearing a white, striped tank top, jean leggings and motorcycle boots. Her arms are tied in front of her, her chest and legs affixed to the pole and a pair of white cotton panties are stuffed in her mouth. White electrical tape secures her head to the pole, keeping her stuck in position.
She languishes like this for a few minutes. More rope is added to her waist, keeping her even more secure and her arms are pulled up high overhead, keeping her wrists and hands way out of the way and leaving her open to whatever the villain wishes to do to her. Maybe some tickling, maybe something less innocent...
15:35 video
Serene Isley comes to help Mr. Ogre by substituting for a model who didn't show up for the shoot. Mr. Ogre complains that girls tend to be flaky for shoots but Serene retorts that often photographers are unreliable.
They make small talk while Mr. Ogre starts tying her wrists. The camera shows you her white top, red belt and printed skirt. Her red bra is visible through her top and eventually we get to see her fantastic six inch red heels. He binds her arms just below the elbows and she comments that it's pretty tight. Ogre is pretty sure she can handle tighter so he runs more rope just above the elbows and then around her chest.
Her arms then tied down to her waits, Mr. Ogre has her sit down and while tying her legs says it should still be easy enough to move her across the room to shoot. He binds her legs just below her knees and then down to her ankles. She asks why they are moving and he replies "Uh, the bed doesn't match your skirt". Then he gags her with a large black ball gag. After a minute or so he wanders off to get some camera equipment.
Serene bounces about, wiggling to either get free or go find Mr. Ogre. After a few minutes, he comes back in to tell her he's not going to shoot any pictures of her today. Instead, he's going to "loan" her to a guy he owes money in the form of gambling debt.
They move to the other side of the room and AJ Marion happens to be squirming on the counter behind them. "Who's she," Serene demands. "She's the model who actually did show up. I've got a lot of debt, you see."
Ogre ties her hair to a point up above and then pulls the same rope back down into a crotch tie. He tells them to feel free to console one another and that the pickup guy would be there in about an hour. He then leaves the two girls to struggle and squirm...
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Bonus photo update!
I hope you enjoy these leotard and legwarmer pictures captured by Allan Crain in my dance studio. I love working with Allan. He lets me play and goof off, and yet somehow always manages to find some lovely moments.
Keywords: heels, high heels, dancer, spandex, ass, butt
11:59 video
Zonah Bellum and AJ Marion are both in the wrong place at just the wrong time. A big burly man has grabbed AJ and bound her tightly so that she cannot escape and has left her on the floor in a spare room somewhere. A few hours later, our video starts with him having returned. And he has brought with him another beautiful specimen in the shape of Zonah. He hogties her to match AJ. They struggle about, causing no end of nuisance to the man as he is trying to bind them. In the end, though, he comes up with an elegant solution.
He brings them together.
15:08 video
AJ Marion and Mr. Ogre do a bit of pantyhose encasing, a surprise clip according to Ogre, just before he admits it was her idea initially. Pantyhose encasement with zipties instead of tape or rope. AJ is wearing a black thong style panty and super high heeled tstraps. The clip starts with Ogre pulling the pantyhose up over her arms and then down over her head, causing some distress with her hair pins and trying to not pull her hair out too much with it.
Once she is snugly contained within the pantyhose, her arms go together behind her back first. Wrists together, then elbows and soon her arms are wedged firmly together with industrial strength zipties. There is no getting her arms free for sure. Her ankles are next, followed by her knees and she is completely helpless within her confinement. Ogre then bends her knees and pulls a ziptie around her thigh and her shins, XXXX her into a hogtie position. She squirms a bit, showing how much movement she has. The extra pantyhose legs are wrapped and bound to the zipties here and there.
Finally its time to gag the vixen and a rag is stuffed into her mouth, which is then anchored in place with a cloth wrapped around another ziptie. She is silenced pretty effectively and is completely helpless at this point. Two more zipties and the bondage is done: one encircles her waist, anchoring her arms against her torso and the other is wrapped tightly around her calves causing her to grunt in discomfort. Ogre takes a couple of photographs and then leaves her to wriggle. The camera zooms in and shows her in her distress.
6:16 video
Starring: AJ Marion
A sensual bondage video! Bound in hemp while wearing sexy, purple and black lingerie on a modern, white fainting couch. A red ballgag fills my mouth. I squirm and writhe on the leather. My shiny high heel pumps and black stockings greatly contrast both my skin and the couch. I moan and whimper through my gag as the my hips begin to ache from being folded and compressed.
Keywords: ass, ballgag, bra/panties, consensual, doll, gag, garters, high heels, lingerie, stockings, rope bondage, thong