Bondage Kitties

Drei freche Bondage-Mädchen. Drei Szenen. Ein heißes Paket. Mayla, Aly und Tenjou leben zusammen - und sie leben für Seile, Klebeband und Dominanz. In dieser besonderen 3-in-1-Ausgabe werden Sie sie dabei beobachten, wie sie sich gegenseitig fesseln, knebeln, necken und dominieren, während sie drei intensive Sessions durchlaufen.<\/p>

Szene 1: Alys Überraschung mit Ballknebel<\/strong><\/p>

Mayla ist begeistert von ihrem neuen Ballknebel und möchte ihn sofort ausprobieren. Mit Hilfe von Tenjou schleichen sie sich an Aly heran, die fernsieht. Sie wehrt sich - aber nur ein bisschen. Sie fesseln ihre Handgelenke fest und stecken ihr den Ballknebel in den Mund. Dann fesseln sie sie an einen Stuhl, spreizen ihre Beine in Froschstellung und küssen und lecken sie überall im Gesicht. Aly stöhnt und lacht, hilflos und erregt. Dann lassen sie sie - gefesselt, geknebelt und tropfend auf dem Sofa zurück.<\/p>

Szene 2: Rache durch Mumifizierung und Doppelbindung<\/strong><\/p>

Ein paar Stunden später schlägt Aly zurück. Sie ergreift Mayla, fesselt ihre Handgelenke, stopft ihre Socken in ihren Mund und versiegelt ihre Lippen. Dann wickelt sie ihren Körper von Kopf bis Fuß in Klebeband. Mayla stöhnt und lacht.<\/p>

Tenjou kommt herein - falsche Zeit, falscher Ort. Aly überwältigt sie schnell und wickelt sie ebenfalls ein. Jetzt sind beide Mädchen vollständig mumifiziert, ihre Augen bedeckt, Knebel fest und ihre Körper winden sich auf dem Boden. Aly steht über ihnen, siegreich.<\/p>

Szene 3: Brettspiele, Bondage und Füße<\/strong><\/p>

Mayla verliert eine Runde - und die Bestrafung beginnt. Sie wird in Strappado-Position gefesselt, geknebelt, mit dem Bauch nach unten auf den Boden gelegt, ihre Socken werden entfernt und sie wird zusammengebunden. Ihre verschwitzten Füße sind jetzt das Spielzeug von Aly und Tenjou, die jeden einzelnen mit hungrigen Zungen verehren.<\/p>

Dann ist Alys Reihe. Tenjou fesselt sie an einen Pfosten, die Arme hochgezogen. Sie knebelt sie mit einem Ballknebel, dann bringt sie Mayla und fesselt sie aneinander. Sie legt dicke Schaumstoff-Klebeband über Maylas Knebel und klebt auch noch Klebeband über Alys Mund. Sie verbindet ihnen beide die Augen, streichelt ihre verschwitzte Haut und bewundert ihre hilflosen Trophäen.<\/p>

Die Mädchen sind jetzt nur noch Lustobjekte - gefesselt, geknebelt und köstlich aneinander geklebt.<\/p>"

Kyoto trusted Kali. She was more than a friend. But today, everything changed. She found out that Kali fuck with her boyfriend. The rage is unbearable. Kyoto storms into the living room where Kali lies relaxed—and unleashes her fury.

She grabs her friend by the throat and throws her to the ground. “You think this is over?” she growls. Kali panics, but she has no chance. Kyoto grabs a roll of white duct tape and binds her wrists tightly behind her back. The tape squeezes deep into her skin.

Then Kyoto folds Kali’s legs and tapes her ankles to her thighs in a brutal futomomo. She’s helpless. The white tape holds her in place—tight, rough, and immobile. Kali tries to speak, but Kyoto shoves a scarf into her mouth and ties it tightly around her head. The cleave gag silences her betrayal.

Kyoto’s thighs close in around Kali’s head in a deep scissorhold. Her friend gasps as the pressure builds. But Kyoto doesn’t stop. She presses her sweaty armpits into Kali’s face, obliges her to breathe in her scent.

“You wanted him?” she whispers. “Now you get me.”

She strips off her panties and rubs them over Kali’s face, then mounts her in a dominant facesitting. Kali can’t breathe. Her nose is buried. Her moans are buried too. Then, the final humiliation: Kyoto stuffs her panties into Kali’s mouth and seals them inside with scarf and tight white duct tape wrapped over and over until she can’t even mumble.

Now bound, gagged, and humiliated, Kali lies under her ex-friend’s control. Kyoto grips her neck again in another scissorhold, smiling coldly.

“This is just the beginning.”

Jack is used to giving orders, not taking them. He’s arrogant, dominant, and believes no one can touch him. But two of his employees have had enough. They hire Mistress Shey and Goddess Boo—two ruthless professionals in fetish punishment—to humiliate him like never before.

It’s his day off. He’s at home, relaxed. But the door crashes open, and within seconds, the two dommes are on him. He can’t move. Boo tapes his mouth shut as they begin wrapping his entire body, layer after layer. The plastic clings to him, encasing him like a tight second skin. His arms, his chest, his legs—completely mummified. He’s helpless.

Boo brings in a stretcher. They drop Jack onto it and begin chaining him down. Padlocks click into place. Jack is now fully restrained wrapped, chained, silenced, and at their mercy.

Mistress Shey and Goddess Boo sit on either side of the stretcher, right at the level of his face. “Now you’ll understand your real place,” Boo whispers. They both press their sweaty socks over his nose, rubbing them hard, blocking all air. He can only inhale their scent. Four feet cover his face as they verbally degrade him, calling him pathetic, weak, useless.

Then, the real fun begins.

They pull off their socks and obliges him to lick their bare feet. He tries to resist, but he’s locked in place. Their soles slide over his tongue. Each toe is sucked, each arch licked. He gags when Boo stuffs her entire foot into his mouth—followed by Shey. Foot gagging him until he can barely breathe.

Jack’s mouth becomes their plaything.

After long minutes of licking, sucking, and gagging, they decide it’s time to seal him for good. They stuff the worn socks into his mouth and start wrapping his head in layers of tape. Around and around, until his mouth is sealed shut, tight and silent.

Jack lies there, mummified, chained, gagged and dripping in shame. The two dommes get up, look at him one last time, and leave. He’s alone. Powerless. Maybe next time he’ll be nicer to those below him—if anyone ever finds him.

Brigi is tied in strappado and locked in a cage, ballgagged and helpless. She has failed to obey her Mistress, and punishment is now her only lesson. Mistress Shey enters the dungeon in her stunning pleaser heels. She opens the cage slowly and drags Brigi to the center of the cold room.

Without a word, Shey obliges her submissive to the ground. She binds her bare feet tightly with rope, making sure every knot holds. Then she pulls Brigi’s arms back and finishes the strict hogtie. The ropes bite into her skin, keeping her perfectly still. Shey removes the gag and leans down. “Now, be a good sub,” she whispers. “And obey.”

Brigi nods.

Her first order: kiss the heels. Brigi presses her lips to each pleaser, worshiping her Mistress’s footwear like a true submissive. But Shey is only beginning. She steps out of the heels, revealing her bare feet. She orders Brigi to lick them. Brigi hesitates—she hates feet.

Mistress Shey picks up a thin bamboo cane and lightly taps Brigi’s soles. “If you stop, you’ll get more.” Brigi gives in, licking the soft soles slowly, then running her tongue between each toe. Her Mistress watches, satisfied and entertained.

Once the lesson is complete, Shey decides to reward her submissive. She pours warm massage oil onto Brigi’s feet and begins to rub them sensually. The massage is slow and deep. Brigi sighs in relief, finally receiving pleasure after so much discipline.

But it’s not over yet.

Shey replaces the ballgag in Brigi’s mouth, tight and shiny. She walks over to her throne, sits down, and places both feet on Brigi’s back. Her submissive is now a human footstool, silent and obedient. Exactly where she belongs.

Brigi is tied in strappado and locked in a cage, ballgagged and helpless. She has failed to obey her Mistress, and punishment is now her only lesson. Mistress Shey enters the dungeon in her stunning pleaser heels. She opens the cage slowly and drags Brigi to the center of the cold room.

Without a word, Shey obliges her submissive to the ground. She binds her bare feet tightly with rope, making sure every knot holds. Then she pulls Brigi’s arms back and finishes the strict hogtie. The ropes bite into her skin, keeping her perfectly still. Shey removes the gag and leans down. “Now, be a good sub,” she whispers. “And obey.”

Brigi nods.

Her first order: kiss the heels. Brigi presses her lips to each pleaser, worshiping her Mistress’s footwear like a true submissive. But Shey is only beginning. She steps out of the heels, revealing her bare feet. She orders Brigi to lick them. Brigi hesitates—she hates feet.

Mistress Shey picks up a thin bamboo cane and lightly taps Brigi’s soles. “If you stop, you’ll get more.” Brigi gives in, licking the soft soles slowly, then running her tongue between each toe. Her Mistress watches, satisfied and entertained.

Once the lesson is complete, Shey decides to reward her submissive. She pours warm massage oil onto Brigi’s feet and begins to rub them sensually. The massage is slow and deep. Brigi sighs in relief, finally receiving pleasure after so much discipline.

But it’s not over yet.

Shey replaces the ballgag in Brigi’s mouth, tight and shiny. She walks over to her throne, sits down, and places both feet on Brigi’s back. Her submissive is now a human footstool, silent and obedient. Exactly where she belongs.

Kyoto had one plan: get her ex back—no matter the cost. She invited Dolly Darko over, pretending to return a few things. Dolly came, cold and distant, suspicious from the start. Kyoto smiled sweetly, offering coffee. Dolly, never trusting the “crazy ex,” secretly texted her best friend Shey. “If I don’t reply in 30 minutes, come get me.”

And she was right.

Suddenly, Dolly woke up strapped to a medical stretcher, completely restrained. Her wrists and ankles were locked down with thick Segufix cuffs. A tight head harness ballgag filled her mouth. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. Kyoto stood over her, laughing. “You always were so ticklish,” she teased.

She removed Dolly’s shoes and began lightly tickling the soles of her feet. Dolly exploded in laughter, shaking in her straps. Her feet were too sensitive. Kyoto giggled, teasing her with every stroke. “Say yes to being mine again, or I’ll never stop.” But Dolly resisted.

So Kyoto brought out her tools.

A back scratcher ran up and down Dolly’s soles. A pinwheel danced along her arches. Then came the worst: a spiked foot massager rolling across her feet. Dolly screamed behind her gag, laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. Kyoto was in control—and loving it.

But just as things got crueler, there was a loud knock. And another. Kyoto opened the door and—bam—Shey barged in, knocking her KO. She freed Dolly immediately.

Now the real revenge began.

Kyoto woke up gagged and strapped to the same stretcher, even tighter than Dolly had been. Her ankles were so bound, she couldn’t move a toe. A giant 5cm ballgag filled her mouth, making her drool nonstop. And in front of her: Dolly and Shey, smiling.

One foot each.

They started slow—fingers teasing her soft soles. Then came the tools: scratchers, pinwheels, and finally the spiked massager. Kyoto’s laughter became wild, uncontrollable, desperate. Her whole body shook, but the straps didn’t let her move. She was at their mercy. There was no deal, no escape, no safe word.

Shey and Dolly eventually got bored. They kissed each other, laughed, and left Kyoto tied up on the medical table. “Goodbye, forever,” Dolly said as the door closed behind them.

Kyoto could only moan through her gag, still laughing, still drooling, still stuck.

Lala has been locked up and interrogated for days, bound and dominated by her captor Jack—the feared Punisher. But today, things change. She escapes from her room, hides, and waits. When Jack opens the door, she strikes. One quick hit and the powerful punisher collapses to the floor. Now, Lala has the upper hand.

She doesn’t waste time. Soon, Jack is hogtied on a bench, his wrists bound in takate kote, his legs wrapped in futomomo bondage. Ropes cover his body, leaving him totally helpless. A shiny inflatable gag stretches his lips, keeping him quiet. Lala pulls the knots tighter and tighter, making sure her captor isn’t going anywhere.

Now it’s her turn to play. She slowly takes off her worn leather boots and presses her sweaty feet against Jack’s face. The smell is intense. She grins as he squirms under her soles. Then she pulls out the gag and demands he licks. Jack resists, but there’s nothing he can do. His tongue slides across her feet, tasting every inch. Lala laughs, watching her once-powerful captor turn into her submissive foot slave.

But she’s not done yet.

She shoves her foot deep into his mouth, stuffing it inside, foot gagging him fully. His mouth wraps around her toes, full and stretched. She moans. The humiliation is perfect. After several minutes, she re-gags him and ties his body down to an anchor ring, immobilizing him completely.

Lala climbs onto him, bites his cheek, licks his face, and takes a vibrator from her bag. She presses it against his cock, teasing it slowly. Jack starts moaning, his body trembling. But just when the orgasm builds... she pulls away. No release. Just frustration. She smiles wickedly, playing with him like a toy. Jack is now her prisoner, her pet, her pleasure toy—and she’s not letting him go.

Brigi and Mish are submissive lovers—bratty, disobedient, and dangerously attracted to one another. Locked in their Mistress’s dungeon, they’re supposed to behave, but their lust always wins. Wearing sheer lingerie catsuits and tall high heels, they start kissing and teasing each other on the bed. Their bodies move closer, their lips meet, hands exploring, curves grinding... until the door creaks open.

Mistress Dihami walks in and finds them misbehaving. The girls freeze, then drop to their knees. But it’s too late. Punishment is coming. Mish is ordered to kneel beside the bed while Dihami takes her time tying Brigi’s hands behind her back with tight rope. The way Brigi arches as her wrists are bound makes Mish bite her gagged lip. She’s next.

Dihami gags Mish with a round red ballgag and continues binding Brigi’s ankles. Once Brigi is fully restrained, Mish is tied the same way—wrists and ankles tightly secured. Now both girls are laid on the bed, face to face. Their bodies strain to touch, but the ropes hold firm. Brigi licks Mish face slowly, sliding her tongue over her lips, then moves to her breasts, sucking while still tied up. It's intense. It's forbidden. And they love it.

But Mistress Dihami has no mercy. She ties Brigi’s ankles to the bedpost and her wrists to the headboard. Mish gets the same strict bondage. They are caught—so close, yet completely helpless. Then the real torment begins. Dihami straps a double ballgag into their mouths. Their lips press together, the gag filling them both, their saliva mixing, but they can't kiss—only moan.

And just when they think it’s over, Dihami ties a vibrator to each of their wet, needy pussies with rope harnesses. She switches both on... and leaves them. Bound, gagged, and desperate, Brigi and Mish are left to moan, tremble, and cum together but untouchable. It’s pure orgasm torment, helpless and erotic to the core.

Akane has betrayed her country and now she’s paying the price. She’s kept like a prisoner in a small, dark room—no space to move, handcuffed and ballgagged, silenced and helpless. Her former teammate Shey arrives to give her the punishment she deserves.

Dragged into the main chamber, Akane is lifted by her wrists using a pulley. Her feet are locked in a wide spreader bar. The punishment starts hard—barehanded spanking turns her ass bright red. Then comes the bamboo cane. Every strike makes her scream through her gag, but there’s no mercy. Shey doesn’t stop.

Next, Shey tightly mummifies Akane with plastic film. She straps her to a chair with thick leather belts, immobilizing her completely. Her big toes are tied together, feet exposed and stretched. She switches the gag to a strict leather harness.

Then comes the bastinado. Shey whips her soles with the cane, with a baton, with a belt—each strike harder than the last. Then, electricity. She shocks Akane’s feet with a stun device while her whole body is helplessly bound.

Finally, Shey melts candle wax directly onto Akane’s raw, red soles. Akane can't scream loud enough through the gag, and Shey leaves her like that, tied, gagged, broken. And this is only the beginning...

Kali is stressed, overworked, and always rushing — even today, when she has one of the most important work meetings of the month. But Aly, her dominant girlfriend, is tired of being ignored. If Kali can’t make time for love, then she’ll make sure she can’t move at all.

Just as Kali finishes putting on her high heels , Aly sneaks up and wraps her arms around her. Before Kali can react, Aly grabs a roll of duct tape and binds her wrists tightly behind her back. Kali protests, but Aly shoves a cloth into her mouth and seals her lips shut with several strips of tape. Her protests turn into cute mmmmphhs as Aly smiles wickedly.

She pushes Kali into a chair and restrains her completely with layers and layers of tape. Kali's legs are taped wide , each thigh stuck to the chair’s legs, her upper body wrapped from chest to waist in tight silver tape. Her pantyhose , skirt, and heels look amazing under bondage.

Aly undresses slowly, revealing a hot set of lingerie , while Kali struggles and moans. She rubs her body against her tied-up lover , kisses her through the gag, and whispers dirty things. Then she sits on her, grinding her ass on Kali’s lap, laughing and teasing. Kali’s phone rings — her boss is calling. Aly picks up the phone, hangs up, and tosses it aside. This day belongs to her.

Aly grabs one of Kali’s worn panties , stuffs them in her own mouth, and tapes them tightly in place, self-gagging to match her girlfriend. But she wants more. She replaces Kali’s gag with a leather head harness ballgag , wrapping it over the original gag so tightly that Kali’s cheeks bulge. She’s totally helpless now.

And then comes the final touch — the vibrator . Aly straps it to Kali’s inner thigh, right where it will make her melt. She turns it on, smirks, and walks away. Kali moans, bound to a chair , legs wide, lips sealed, and helplessly obliges to ride waves of pleasure all day.

No meeting. No boss. Just pure bondage , gagged frustration , and relentless vibrator play until Aly gets home.

Kali is stressed, overworked, and always rushing — even today, when she has one of the most important work meetings of the month. But Aly, her dominant girlfriend, is tired of being ignored. If Kali can’t make time for love, then she’ll make sure she can’t move at all.

Just as Kali finishes putting on her high heels , Aly sneaks up and wraps her arms around her. Before Kali can react, Aly grabs a roll of duct tape and binds her wrists tightly behind her back. Kali protests, but Aly shoves a cloth into her mouth and seals her lips shut with several strips of tape. Her protests turn into cute mmmmphhs as Aly smiles wickedly.

She pushes Kali into a chair and restrains her completely with layers and layers of tape. Kali's legs are taped wide , each thigh stuck to the chair’s legs, her upper body wrapped from chest to waist in tight silver tape. Her pantyhose , skirt, and heels look amazing under bondage.

Aly undresses slowly, revealing a hot set of lingerie , while Kali struggles and moans. She rubs her body against her tied-up lover , kisses her through the gag, and whispers dirty things. Then she sits on her, grinding her ass on Kali’s lap, laughing and teasing. Kali’s phone rings — her boss is calling. Aly picks up the phone, hangs up, and tosses it aside. This day belongs to her.

Aly grabs one of Kali’s worn panties , stuffs them in her own mouth, and tapes them tightly in place, self-gagging to match her girlfriend. But she wants more. She replaces Kali’s gag with a leather head harness ballgag , wrapping it over the original gag so tightly that Kali’s cheeks bulge. She’s totally helpless now.

And then comes the final touch — the vibrator . Aly straps it to Kali’s inner thigh, right where it will make her melt. She turns it on, smirks, and walks away. Kali moans, bound to a chair , legs wide, lips sealed, and helplessly obliges to ride waves of pleasure all day.

No meeting. No boss. Just pure bondage , gagged frustration , and relentless vibrator play until Aly gets home.

Jack Panda glaubte, er könne sein schmutziges kleines Geheimnis verbergen, aber seine Freundin Brigi hat alles herausgefunden. Sie hat ihn beim Durchstöbern von Pornoseiten<\/strong> erwischt und das war der letzte Tropfen. Für Brigi ist das reine Verrat - eine Grenze, die er niemals hätte überschreiten sollen.<\/p>

Ohne ein Wort zu sagen, stürmt sie in das Wohnzimmer und packt ihn am Hals, drückt fest mit ihren starken Armen. Jack versucht zu sprechen, aber sie ist nicht an Ausreden interessiert. Sie will Bestrafung. Sie wirft ihn zu Boden und greift nach einer Rolle grauen Klebebands<\/strong>. Innerhalb von Sekunden ist Jack fest verschnürt<\/strong>, seine Hände hinter dem Rücken gefesselt, unfähig zu widerstehen. Brigi handelt schnell - sie dominiert ihn vollständig.<\/p>

Sie hört nicht auf. Sie faltet seine Beine in eine strenge Futomomo-Bondage<\/strong>, klebt seine Knöchel an seine Oberschenkel, so dass er hilflos auf dem Boden liegt. Jack winselt und fleht, aber Brigi greift nach einem Schal<\/strong>, schiebt ihn in seinen Mund und bindet ihn fest in einem Knebel<\/strong>. Jetzt kann er nur noch stöhnen - geknebelt, gefesselt und gedemütigt.<\/p>

Aber Brigi ist nicht fertig. Sie setzt sich auf ihn und wickelt ihre mächtigen Oberschenkel<\/strong> um seinen Hals, schließt ihn in einen tiefen Scherengriff<\/strong>, drückt ihre muskulösen Beine gegen sein Gesicht. Jacks Augen weiten sich, als sie ihre Halt festigt. Brigi ist schweißgebadet, aber voller Kontrolle.<\/p>

Sie zieht sein Gesicht in ihre schweißnassen Achselhöhlen<\/strong>, zwingt ihn, den rohen Duft ihres Körpers einzuatmen<\/strong> und ihn in seine Haut einzureiben. Dann greift sie nach ihren benutzten Slips<\/strong> und drückt sie fest über seine Nase. "Du willst andere Frauen anschauen? Dann bete mich stattdessen an."<\/p>

Sie klettert hinauf und setzt sich auf sein Gesicht<\/strong>, fesselt ihn in eine vollständige Sitzsession im Gesicht<\/strong>, ihr Körper reibt über seinen geknebelten Mund. Jack kann sich nicht bewegen. Er ist in nassen Slips<\/strong>, Oberschenkeln, Schweiß und Scham gefangen.<\/p>

Um ihn vollständig zum Schweigen zu bringen, schiebt Brigi die Slips tief in seinen Mund, bindet den Schal-Knebel wieder fest und wickelt mehrere Lagen Klebeband um seinen Kopf, um einen brutalen Knebel<\/strong> zu schaffen.<\/p>

Jetzt geknebelt, gefesselt und vollständig überwältigt, ist Jack in ihrem Machtbereich. Brigi zieht ihre Scherengriffe fester und reibt ihren Schweiß auf sein Gesicht. Ihr Zorn wird nicht so schnell vergehen. Jack ist so gefangen - gefesselt, geknebelt, gedemütigt und bestraft von seiner dominanten Freundin.<\/p>

Er wollte große Titten<\/strong> auf dem Bildschirm genießen? Jetzt bekommt er die echte Sache, in seinem Gesicht<\/strong>, unter ihrer Kontrolle. Das ist weibliche Dominanz<\/strong>, Bondage-Strafe<\/strong>, Scherenfetisch<\/strong>, Gesichtssitzung<\/strong>, Slip-Stopfen<\/strong>, Achselhöhlen-Anbetung<\/strong> und Himmel des Knebelns<\/strong> - alles in einer brutalen Sitzung.<\/p>"