0257 - Holiday Dancer Detained in the Dressing Room - AJ Marion & Ben
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Starring: AJ Marion & Ben
I’m in front of the mirror putting some finishing touches on my hair and makeup when suddenly a muscular man grabs me from behind and drags me into the dressing room. He makes quick work of binding my wrists behind me. He then shoves a large white cloth into my mouth and seals it in with several wraps of vetwrap around my head. He steps away from me briefly, grabbing another length of rope, hooking it over my shoulders, and cinching my elbows. I grunt through my gag and squirm as he works, knocking his glasses off and onto the floor. Upon completing this portion of the tie, the brute grips my slim neck in one of his large hands and retrieves his glasses from the floor. I’m then bent over and receive several swats to my ass. I squeal with each impact.
Ben then pushes me to the ground. He tosses a few bundles of rope at me, and I watch them land. He joins me on the carpet, captures my legs in the crook of his arm, and ties them just below my knees. Next, Ben lifts my legs in the air, rocking me onto my back and arms. He unfurls another coil of rope with his teeth and ties my ankles. He then leaves me to struggle in my restraints. I shimmy and strain. I claw at the wrist ropes with my fingers.
Soon, Ben returns and easily maneuvers me into a better position. He loops a length of rope around my back and thighs, bringing my chest to my knees, squishing me together with a hand pressing down on my upper back. Once finished, he leaves me once more. I rock back onto my hands, balancing on my butt, lifting and kicking my legs into the air. I flex and point my feet and try to move my legs, but none of the ropes budge. Eventually, Ben returns and rolls me onto my side. I have very little leverage in this position, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit back up. I don’t get to contemplate this for long as Ben begins connecting my wrist and ankle ropes, pulling me into even more of a restrictive ball. His task complete, I’m left once more with a few parting smacks to my ass.
I have very little movement left to me. I tug on my arms, rock my legs, and kick my little feet. I lift my head and try to look around. There’s nothing more I can do. I whine and rest my head on the carpet, defeated. Ben turns off the lights as he goes, leaving me in the dark dressing room.
Keywords: ass, dancer, dancer damsel, DID, feet, gag, leotard, rope bondage, spandex, tights, vetwrap