The girls find themselves trussed hand and foot. They try to speak but discover their mouths are bound tightly with strips of white cloth. They mumble in vain and try desperately to loosen their bonds as they hear the creak of stairs, and suddenly, the door to the gloomy room they’ve been stashed in is opened and they are face to face with this demented, hulking menace who clearly doesn’t take kindly to hot chicks entering his home...

It's a universal thought: “What is he going to DO with us...??”

The storm rages outside while two gorgeous blondes, their car stuck fast in a mud bank at the bottom of the hill, have hiked up to a strange old house, through a stand of trees and marshland. A single light burns through a shuttered window on the third floor. Somebody is home, and perhaps they can use their telephone – their cellular reception being completely useless out here. A landline connecting the to the rest of the world would be just what they need right about now...

Having found the front door unusually ajar, the girls, played her by the delicious Brook and Daisy, enter the dark house, using flashlights they found in the porch... Hmmmm... IS there somebody here, or not? It’s way too quiet, with only the sounds of the whipping wind and the lashing rain outside for company... They set off upstairs, wielding those torches against the unknown, and wondering why some, but not all, of the electrics around here are not working. Not suspecting a trap – they’re trusting sorts - the babes move through the old place, and something.... moves with them...

Suddenly, a dark figure detaches itself from the shadows and pounce on the beautifully Daisy. She cannot call out for help as a strong hand covers her mouth. The mmmmpphhhing cutie, unheard by her busty, jeans-clad pal, is propelled away, and soon enough, pretty Brook meets a similar accosting!

Now, the girls are bound and gagged in a dark, eerie room full of masks and dressmakers’ items. They do not know it yet – though clearly all the signs are there – that they have stumbled into the former home of Oswald J Matthews, a master mask maker and now no longer on this plain of existence. Who then is the mystery phantom who has them all captured and now enters the room to silently bind more ropes around their bodies!

When he is gone, they try again and again to get free, variously hopping around, delightfully barefoot in their tight jeans, and rolling around trying to saw away at their wrist ropes on something sharp. But so far, all is dull here... And now, their antics cause further problems!

Having heard the commotion, the creepy villain soon attends to them, stripping their jeans and panties away from their juicy rumps as he feels them up, hogties and even binds their sexy toes with twine. Now, they are even more powerless, and terrified, as the weird, silent assailant leaves them to struggle, most energetically. The girls, stripped half naked, bump and grind and thrust their pussies and thick big tits around as the rain beats down outside and they wonder if rescue will ever come...

Never fear, ladies, even if there isn’t an immediate rescue coming, we know plenty of others who will be... “Mmmmmrrrrmmmppphhhh” Oh, make your gag talk sweet for us, Girlies. It’s what we ALL want, as you bend and shape your beautiful, roped up bodies in this sinister house of doom which we actually rather enjoy, right? A great, super-exciting old school detective gagged morsel for you, and you are most welcome, faithful viewers...

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

The gagged up sleuths, breathing in the scent of their own beautifully musky strappy heels – rumbled and exposed - lay naked on the wide bed in a slow, shining knot of rope, wrists hauled back to updrawn ankles so every breath bowed their bodies and tipped their hips into the coverlet. The feisty blonde worked her shoulders against the hogtie and felt the line cinch tighter, white-blonde hair stuck to her cheek, a glossy red ball filling her mouth until her lips stretched around it and spit threaded from the strap to the sheet. Beside her, super-busty Ms Monaco rocked in the same bind, breasts pressed warm to the bedding, her own cherry stopper buckled snug, cheeks rounded, a wet shine already at the corners of her mouth as she pushed her hot pussy in a restless little circle and found the ropes answered every grind. Neither undercover could speak, neither could straighten, and the dilemma was simple and delicious: stay still and ache, or writhe and make the tie sweeter.

Brianna and Ms Monaco had come to Basil Hawthorne’s manse dressed for the evening... The blonde and the brunette had played wealthy socialites long enough to get inside; now they were on the wide bed, eveningwear tossed asunder somewhere out of sight, skin warm against the coverlet, wrists drawn behind them in neat coils. Lucious Brianna, feisty even with her mouth sealed, wore a skin-tight strip of white cloth that hugged her lips and cheeks and kept every clever remark locked behind it. Her eyes stayed bright above the gag, tracking the room as if the game were still hers to call.

Ms Monaco took the challenge the way she took everything else: chest high, mouth working, hands and ankles already bound and still finding something to say. Hawthorne’s chief minion waited her out with the patience of a man who liked a loud woman best when she was about to go quiet. The rubber ball was glossy, juice-bright, sized for a mouth that had been talking too long. He set it between her lips, eased the strap home, and buckled it snug at the nape. The last of her commentary turned into a muffled hum. Brianna watched the whole business over the white cloth and shifted her shoulders, ropes creaking, as if she were taking notes for later.

Word had already reached the house that the pair were undercovers, tipped by someone inside the operation whose name neither woman had yet. Brianna held out through the first round of questions, cloth tight, chin lifted, giving them nothing. The white strip came away only long enough for the red ball to replace it. Ms Monaco’s gag was swapped for a matching girly stopper, cherry-red and shining. Side by side on the bed, both mouths were stopped the same way, straps neat, cheeks rounded around the rubber, saliva already gathering at the corners.

The hogtie came next, unhurried and thorough. Ankles drawn up, wrists linked to them, bodies bowed into a slow, rocking curve that put their hips where the ropes wanted them. Brianna tested the new tension and found it exact; every small push of her thighs shifted the whole arrangement and sent a fresh pull through her shoulders. Ms Monaco answered with a roll of her own, breasts pressed to the coverlet, the red ball bobbing as she breathed around it. Drool slipped past both gags in thin, glossy threads and spotted the sheet.

They writhed because the ropes invited it. Brianna worked her knees, blonde hair stuck to her cheek, the white-turned-red stopper shining whenever she turned her face. Each grind of her hips dragged her hot pussy along the bedding and tightened the line from wrists to ankles until she had to ease off and start again. Ms Monaco matched her, slower, deeper, the ballgag creaking faintly against her teeth as she pushed and settled and pushed once more. The room stayed warm. Nobody hurried them.

Hawthorne’s man stayed at the foot of the bed and watched the two undercovers learn the shape of the tie. Brianna’s gagged mouth worked around the red ball in little, useless shapes that might have been threats or might have been something sweeter. Ms Monaco’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, spit shining on her chin, body rocking in the hogtie as if she meant to wear the ropes out before they wore her out. The unknown leak in the operation could wait. For the moment the only sounds were rope, breath, and the soft wet click of two ballgags doing their job.

By the time the lamp was turned down, both women were flushed and slick, still trussed, still drooling through the gags, still pushing their hot pussies in slow, restless circles against the bed. Brianna caught Ms Monaco’s eye over the shine of rubber and held it. Whatever had given them up, whoever had sold the evening, the two of them were exactly where the ropes had put them, mouth-wateringly compromised and in no hurry to be anywhere else.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

The gagged up sleuths, breathing in the scent of their own beautifully musky strappy heels – rumbled and exposed - lay naked on the wide bed in a slow, shining knot of rope, wrists hauled back to updrawn ankles so every breath bowed their bodies and tipped their hips into the coverlet. The feisty blonde worked her shoulders against the hogtie and felt the line cinch tighter, white-blonde hair stuck to her cheek, a glossy red ball filling her mouth until her lips stretched around it and spit threaded from the strap to the sheet. Beside her, super-busty Ms Monaco rocked in the same bind, breasts pressed warm to the bedding, her own cherry stopper buckled snug, cheeks rounded, a wet shine already at the corners of her mouth as she pushed her hot pussy in a restless little circle and found the ropes answered every grind. Neither undercover could speak, neither could straighten, and the dilemma was simple and delicious: stay still and ache, or writhe and make the tie sweeter.

Brianna and Ms Monaco had come to Basil Hawthorne’s manse dressed for the evening... The blonde and the brunette had played wealthy socialites long enough to get inside; now they were on the wide bed, eveningwear tossed asunder somewhere out of sight, skin warm against the coverlet, wrists drawn behind them in neat coils. Lucious Brianna, feisty even with her mouth sealed, wore a skin-tight strip of white cloth that hugged her lips and cheeks and kept every clever remark locked behind it. Her eyes stayed bright above the gag, tracking the room as if the game were still hers to call.

Ms Monaco took the challenge the way she took everything else: chest high, mouth working, hands and ankles already bound and still finding something to say. Hawthorne’s chief minion waited her out with the patience of a man who liked a loud woman best when she was about to go quiet. The rubber ball was glossy, juice-bright, sized for a mouth that had been talking too long. He set it between her lips, eased the strap home, and buckled it snug at the nape. The last of her commentary turned into a muffled hum. Brianna watched the whole business over the white cloth and shifted her shoulders, ropes creaking, as if she were taking notes for later.

Word had already reached the house that the pair were undercovers, tipped by someone inside the operation whose name neither woman had yet. Brianna held out through the first round of questions, cloth tight, chin lifted, giving them nothing. The white strip came away only long enough for the red ball to replace it. Ms Monaco’s gag was swapped for a matching girly stopper, cherry-red and shining. Side by side on the bed, both mouths were stopped the same way, straps neat, cheeks rounded around the rubber, saliva already gathering at the corners.

The hogtie came next, unhurried and thorough. Ankles drawn up, wrists linked to them, bodies bowed into a slow, rocking curve that put their hips where the ropes wanted them. Brianna tested the new tension and found it exact; every small push of her thighs shifted the whole arrangement and sent a fresh pull through her shoulders. Ms Monaco answered with a roll of her own, breasts pressed to the coverlet, the red ball bobbing as she breathed around it. Drool slipped past both gags in thin, glossy threads and spotted the sheet.

They writhed because the ropes invited it. Brianna worked her knees, blonde hair stuck to her cheek, the white-turned-red stopper shining whenever she turned her face. Each grind of her hips dragged her hot pussy along the bedding and tightened the line from wrists to ankles until she had to ease off and start again. Ms Monaco matched her, slower, deeper, the ballgag creaking faintly against her teeth as she pushed and settled and pushed once more. The room stayed warm. Nobody hurried them.

Hawthorne’s man stayed at the foot of the bed and watched the two undercovers learn the shape of the tie. Brianna’s gagged mouth worked around the red ball in little, useless shapes that might have been threats or might have been something sweeter. Ms Monaco’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, spit shining on her chin, body rocking in the hogtie as if she meant to wear the ropes out before they wore her out. The unknown leak in the operation could wait. For the moment the only sounds were rope, breath, and the soft wet click of two ballgags doing their job.

By the time the lamp was turned down, both women were flushed and slick, still trussed, still drooling through the gags, still pushing their hot pussies in slow, restless circles against the bed. Brianna caught Ms Monaco’s eye over the shine of rubber and held it. Whatever had given them up, whoever had sold the evening, the two of them were exactly where the ropes had put them, mouth-wateringly compromised and in no hurry to be anywhere else.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Las bellezas hierven y forcejean contra sus APRETADAS mordazas de tela. Bocas firmemente sujetadas, cuerpos bien inmovilizados con cuerdas blancas, las chicas despotrican y se retuercen, completamente indefensas, ocultas en el viejo sótano de utilería… Nadie las encontrará aquí abajo, dejando tiempo suficiente para que el loco que las ha capturado reciba… ¡más instrucciones desde lo alto!

También incluye: Zoe & Cici en: Tape-Banded Performance Artists Gag-Fume & Struggle Outraged & Panty-Gagged as Device-Setting Evil-Doer Flees the Building!

Haciéndose pasar por estudiantes de teatro encubiertas de la escuela de arte cercana, dos adorables jovencitas (y fisgonas tetonas – nuestras favoritas) han infiltrado la mansión de un tal Archimedes Cumley-Smythe. El Sr. Cumley-Smythe es un titiritero experimentado, y todo un caballero de ciudad, si saben a qué nos referimos? Además de ser un amante de las damas, él y su socio principal están traficando equipo para una banda de ladrones de joyas en la Ciudad.

Las chicas, la preciosa Zoe y Cici, tienen este entramado criminal totalmente resuelto y solo les queda colarse en la mansión del anciano titiritero y reunir algunas pistas finales para cerrar herméticamente su caso... Por supuesto, al acecho para ella está un Secuaz de cierta categoría – un prestidigitador retirado llamado Cadabra, que ha estado buscando probar un hechizo resucitado propio...

Comenzamos con la impresionante pelirroja, habiendo accedido al viejo lugar y asegurándole a su compañera que lo tiene controlado. Cici, por su parte, piensa lo contrario y rápidamente se acerca ella misma al Salón pero cuando llega allí, ¡¡Zoe ha desaparecido!! Jajajajaja!! Pero NOSOTROS sabemos dónde está. Oh sí...

Más temprano: La impresionante espía, con sus bonitas medias y zapatillas de ballet y sudadera, es atrapada, y lo sabe. ¡Pero no puede saber qué viene después, con ese extraño dispositivo que él blande! Congelada por completo, la chica perpetuamente sobresaltada (esos OJOS...) la joven Zoe, con sus sexys pantimedias blancas y lindas zapatillas plateadas, es levantada como un paquete y llevada consigo. Escondida en un armario de utilería, ha recuperado toda su perspectiva y está luchando, fervientemente, para pedir ayuda. El prestidigitador la ha atado y amordazado bien, sin embargo, y escapar es imposible. Pronto tendrá compañía también...

Más tarde, con ambas ahora capturadas, atadas y sentadas ahí con APRETADAS mordazas de tela soldadas a la cara sobre sus bocas, harán lo que sea necesario para dar la alarma, incluso agarrar teléfonos con los pies desnudos y rodar intentando hacer ruido

Lo que tenemos ahora es un dichoso escenario OTM donde estas sensualísimas mordazas y mujeres amordazadas son exhibidas. Las chicas comienzan atadas y amordazadas en el sofá y en una silla, murmurando acaloradamente todo el rato y frustrándose cada vez más cuanto más incapaces resultan de entenderse mutuamente. Finalmente, un confuso plan de rodar por ahí (¿a quién tratan de entretener esas pequeñas pícaras?) resulta en muchos excitantes bombeos y sacudidas de las señoritas, ¡y mucha diversión emocionante con zapatillas de ballet!

Se retuercen y contorsionan y ruedan e intentan iniciar su llamada saliente de manera muy memorable – te va a encantar – ¡Maldición, ahora también han hecho el completo ridículo! Acto seguido, para añadir insulto a los procedimientos, el valiente dúo se encuentra inevitablemente amarrado. Y puedes imaginar lo increíblemente caliente que es todo eso que te gusta, o ver esta pequeña historia detectivesca maravillosa, absurdamente tramada y amordazada, desde múltiples ángulos seductores. ¡Es increíble!

En su retozo con cinta centrado en silla y boca INCREÍBLEMENTE apretada con banda, ¡estas mujeres amordazadas están LOCAS de rabia!! ¡Progresivamente más frustradas cuanto más incapaces son de entenderse entre sí! Eventualmente, un enrevesado plan para eh, rebotar en sus asientos un poco más, resulta en muchos excitantes bombeos y sacudidas de las señoritas, ¡y mucha diversión emocionante con zapatillas de ballet!

Más tarde, encontramos a nuestras cautivas atadas sentadas ahí en sillas (maravillosas dominaciones en pantalla) primero con ajustados rellenos de boca con bragas para callar sus disputas – luego ¡APRETADOS envoltorios de cinta soldados a la cara! Se retuercen y contorsionan en esas sillas y hacen ruidos muy memorables del tipo gruñidos sexys y mmmmppphhhh. Maldición, ¡ahora también han hecho el completo ridículo! Directamente, para añadir insulto a los procedimientos, el valiente dúo se ve irremediablemente atado con cinta. Y puedes imaginar lo increíblemente caliente que es todo eso que te gusta, o ver esta pequeña historia detectivesca maravillosa, absurdamente tramada y amordazada, desde múltiples ángulos seductores. ¡Es increíble!

***Todas las producciones (video e imágenes) y los escenarios de bondage asociados representados son estrictamente de naturaleza interpretativa y narrativa y presentan participantes plenamente conscientes mayores de 18 años y se utilizan continuamente durante la producción señales seguras establecidas (claramente definidas dentro de cada escena fantástica) entre modelo(s) y equipo. Por tanto, estos son puros escenarios fantasiosos aventureros irónicos, sin excepción plenamente consensuados, contextuales y respaldados por autorización de modelos a tal efecto***

Las bellezas hierven y forcejean contra sus AJUSTADAS mordazas de tela. Con las bocas firmemente sujetadas, los cuerpos bien inmovilizados con cuerdas blancas, las chicas despotrican y se retuercen, completamente indefensas, ocultas en el viejo sótano de utilería… Nadie las encontrará aquí abajo, dejando tiempo suficiente para que el loco que las ha capturado reciba… ¡más instrucciones desde lo alto!

También incluye: Zoe & Cici en: ¡Artistas de Performance Envueltas en Cinta - Mordaza-Humo & Forcejeo Indignado & Amordazadas con Bragas mientras un Malhechor Configurador de Dispositivos Huye del Edificio!

Haciéndose pasar encubiertas como estudiantes de teatro del cercano colegio de arte, dos adorables jovencitas (y fisgonas tetonas – nuestras favoritas) se han infiltrado en la mansión de un tal Arquímedes Cumley-Smythe. El Sr. Cumley-Smythe es un titiritero experimentado, y algo así como un caballero de mundo, si saben a qué nos referimos. Además de ser un amante de las damas, él y su principal asociado están traficando equipo para una banda de ladrones de joyas en la Ciudad.

Las chicas, la preciosa Zoe y Cici, tienen todo este tinglado criminal resuelto y solo les queda colarse en la mansión del anciano titiritero y reunir algunas pistas finales para cerrar herméticamente su caso... Por supuesto, al acecho está un Secuaz de cierta categoría – un prestidigitador retirado llamado Cadabra, quien ha estado buscando probar un hechizo resucitado propio...

Comenzamos con la impresionante pelirroja, habiendo accedido al viejo lugar y asegurándole a su compañera que lo tiene controlado. Cici, por su parte, piensa lo contrario y rápidamente se acerca al Salón ella misma pero cuando llega allí, ¡¡Zoe ha desaparecido!! ¡Jajajajaja! Pero NOSOTROS sabemos dónde está. Oh sí…

Antes: La impresionante espía, con sus bonitas medias, zapatillas de ballet y sudadera, es capturada, y lo sabe. Pero no puede saber qué viene después, ¡con ese extraño dispositivo que él blande! Congelada, la perpetuamente sobresaltada nena (esos OJOS…) la joven Zoe, con sus sexys pantimedias blancas y lindas bailarinas plateadas, es levantada como un paquete y llevada consigo. Escondida en un armario de utilería, ha recuperado toda su perspectiva y lucha fervientemente por pedir ayuda. Sin embargo, el ilusionista la ha atado y amordazado bien, y escapar es imposible. Muy pronto tendrá compañía también…

Después, ya ambas capturadas, atadas y sentadas ahí con APRETADAS mordazas de tela soldadas a la cara sobre sus bocas, harán todo lo posible por dar la alarma, incluso atrapar teléfonos con los pies descalzos y rodar intentando hacer ruido

Lo que tenemos ahora es un dichoso escenario OTM donde estas sensualísimas mordazas y mujeres amordazadas son exhibidas. Las chicas comienzan atadas y amordazadas en el sofá y en una silla, murmurando acaloradamente todo el rato y frustrándose cada vez más cuanto más incapaces resultan de entenderse entre ellas. Finalmente, un confuso plan de rodar por ahí (¿a quién tratan de entretener esas pequeñas pícaras?) resulta en muchos excitantes bombeos y sacudidas de las señoritas, ¡y un montón de divertida acción con zapatillas de ballet!

Se retuercen, tuercen y ruedan y hacen algunos intentos muy memorables de iniciar su llamada saliente – te va a encantar – ¡Demonios, ahora también han hecho el completo ridículo! Acto seguido, para añadir más leña al fuego, el valiente dúo se encuentra inevitablemente maniatado. Y puedes imaginar cuán ardientemente caliente es todo eso que tanto te gusta, o ver este increíble pequeño relato detectivesco amordazado y absurdamente tramado, desde múltiples ángulos seductores. ¡Es increíble!

En su increíblemente apretada juerga de cinta centrada en silla-ataduras con la boca VENDADA, ¡estas mujeres amordazadas están LOCAS de remate! Cada vez más frustradas cuanto más incapaces resultan de entenderse entre ellas. Al final, un enrevesado complot para, ejem, rebotar aún más en sus asientos resulta en muchos excitantes bombeos y sacudidas de las señoritas, ¡y un montón de divertida acción con zapatillas de ballet!

Luego encontramos a nuestras cautivas atadas sentadas en sillas (maravillosas dominaciones en pantalla) primero con ajustados empaquetados de braga-en-la-boca para acallar sus disputas – luego ¡APRETADOS envoltorios de cinta soldados a la cara! Se retuercen y contorsionan en esas sillas y hacen unos ruidos muy memorables del tipo gruñidos sexys y mmmppfff variados. ¡Diablos, ahora también han hecho el completo ridículo! De inmediato, para añadir leña al fuego, el valiente dúo se encuentra irremediablemente envuelto en cinta. Y puedes imaginar cuán ardientemente caliente es todo eso que tanto te gusta, o ver este increíble pequeño relato detectivesco amordazado y absurdamente tramado, desde múltiples ángulos tentadores. ¡Es increíble!

***Todas las producciones (vídeo e imágenes) y los escenarios asociados de bondage representados son estrictamente de naturaleza interpretativa y narrativa, y presentan participantes plenamente consentidoras mayores de 18 años, y durante toda la producción se utilizan continuamente señales seguras establecidas (claramente definidas dentro de cada escena fantástica) entre modelo(s) y equipo técnico. Por lo tanto, estos son puros escenarios fantasiosos aventureros irónicos, sin excepción totalmente consentidos, contextualizados y respaldados por autorización de modelo a tal efecto***

“Paging Doctor Cleave Gag”

“UURRRRMMM?? – MMMPPPHH-UUHH –HHUUU??”

“MMMMMM MMMM MMMRRRMMMMM!!!”

We hear them. We see them. Two gorgeous de-shoed ladies, gagged and bound. But who on EARTH would want to steal their sexy high heels? We know just the dude...

Creator’s Note: Includes: Break-in at the Lovely Dr Lei’s: One Wild, Tape Slapped, Mouth Gagged Shoe Stolen Ride for Our Two Humiliated Vics!

As he finishes twining the heavily struggly blonde’s toes together, she emits yet another satisfying (for US) grunt as she shoves her sculpted ass up in defiance. The raider has slapped tight sticky tape over her mouth and he grins through his mask at the mmmmpppphhhhing bound and gagged secretary, who glares at him with much malice. She KNOWS she’ll be next to have her pretty shoes removed...

With our delightful duo of struggling beauties securely gagged and bound in the Ms Lei’s office, the daring thief, who has made off into the streets with a ton of prescriptions and more besides, having ransacked all the stock cupboards! We stay on the girls as they struggle hotly, trying repeatedly to voice their disdain for their sexy, trussed up predicament, through more tight sticky tape slapped over their mouths!

Targeted by a desperate crim for robbery, the saucy Dr Lei knows nothing of it yet, as she squeezes her thighs crossed and places a call to the comely Sec, Ms Clark. After some HOT pen chewing and ass sticking out fun, we discover the women in the peril we’ve been waiting for. In this extended adventure we see the guy gagging the buxom Doc with a thick blue cotton cloth and leaving her struggling all tied up on the floor. To begin with, Roxxy thinks it’s some kind of kinky joke... To begin with... Now, both heavily bound up on chairs, their lips SEALED by sexy translucent tape. And OH, how they do struggle, with enterprising Ms Clark aiding her boss along the way to potential freedom as SHE eventually works off her gag. Alas, her yells are met only with HIM again...

Hogtying Doc Rachel REAL good up on her desk, he returns to remove her shoes – one of the main reasons for targeting a hot Doc. She mmmppphhs and squirms as he ‘handles her’ and the still bound and gagged Ms Clark cannot do a damned thing to assist...

The soon barefoot and neatly toe-tied cuties writhe around most passionately for us! Our hot doctor, ass and crotch pumping maddeningly, gives us the show we would rightfully expect. Both robbed up chicks surge around all over the place (well, as far as their respective bindings will allow) thrashing around and displaying their beautiful, tied up bare feet as they curl their toes and mmmmmppppppphhhhh a good ol’ deal. This is intense. They DO so try to make themselves heard to the no doubt befuddled at their absence patients in the otherwise empty waiting room! One can only hope they get fed up with waiting for Doctor Lei and take it upon themselves to venture on through to make quite the discovery!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

“Paging Doctor Cleave Gag”

“UURRRRMMM?? – MMMPPPHH-UUHH –HHUUU??”

“MMMMMM MMMM MMMRRRMMMMM!!!”

We hear them. We see them. Two gorgeous de-shoed ladies, gagged and bound. But who on EARTH would want to steal their sexy high heels? We know just the dude...

Creator’s Note: Includes: Break-in at the Lovely Dr Lei’s: One Wild, Tape Slapped, Mouth Gagged Shoe Stolen Ride for Our Two Humiliated Vics!

As he finishes twining the heavily struggly blonde’s toes together, she emits yet another satisfying (for US) grunt as she shoves her sculpted ass up in defiance. The raider has slapped tight sticky tape over her mouth and he grins through his mask at the mmmmpppphhhhing bound and gagged secretary, who glares at him with much malice. She KNOWS she’ll be next to have her pretty shoes removed...

With our delightful duo of struggling beauties securely gagged and bound in the Ms Lei’s office, the daring thief, who has made off into the streets with a ton of prescriptions and more besides, having ransacked all the stock cupboards! We stay on the girls as they struggle hotly, trying repeatedly to voice their disdain for their sexy, trussed up predicament, through more tight sticky tape slapped over their mouths!

Targeted by a desperate crim for robbery, the saucy Dr Lei knows nothing of it yet, as she squeezes her thighs crossed and places a call to the comely Sec, Ms Clark. After some HOT pen chewing and ass sticking out fun, we discover the women in the peril we’ve been waiting for. In this extended adventure we see the guy gagging the buxom Doc with a thick blue cotton cloth and leaving her struggling all tied up on the floor. To begin with, Roxxy thinks it’s some kind of kinky joke... To begin with... Now, both heavily bound up on chairs, their lips SEALED by sexy translucent tape. And OH, how they do struggle, with enterprising Ms Clark aiding her boss along the way to potential freedom as SHE eventually works off her gag. Alas, her yells are met only with HIM again...

Hogtying Doc Rachel REAL good up on her desk, he returns to remove her shoes – one of the main reasons for targeting a hot Doc. She mmmppphhs and squirms as he ‘handles her’ and the still bound and gagged Ms Clark cannot do a damned thing to assist...

The soon barefoot and neatly toe-tied cuties writhe around most passionately for us! Our hot doctor, ass and crotch pumping maddeningly, gives us the show we would rightfully expect. Both robbed up chicks surge around all over the place (well, as far as their respective bindings will allow) thrashing around and displaying their beautiful, tied up bare feet as they curl their toes and mmmmmppppppphhhhh a good ol’ deal. This is intense. They DO so try to make themselves heard to the no doubt befuddled at their absence patients in the otherwise empty waiting room! One can only hope they get fed up with waiting for Doctor Lei and take it upon themselves to venture on through to make quite the discovery!

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

He still wanted the look, though... The socks went back in, packed one after the other until her mouth was full again. This time the seal was a ruthless wrap of duct tape that circled her big fat gob and head and locked everything in place. For the finishing flourish he pressed one of her sneakers to her nose and made her whiff deep there, the rubber sole filling her vision and her scent.

Samantha prowled her own place like a feline who’d secreted a treat and forgotten which cushion hid it. The stash of cash was meant for exactly this kind of “now or never” moment, and she was determined to claim it before anyone else did. That plan lasted until she rounded a corner and found a masked stranger already hunting the same prize. Someone she knew had clearly whispered the address. The two of them locked eyes over the same empty hiding spots, and the air went electric.

What followed was less a fight than a very hands-on negotiation. In short order Samantha found herself sitting on a big ass bed, wrists and ankles wrapped in neat, gleaming bands of duct tape that left her beautifully posed. Her sweaty socks came off next, warm and fragrant, and were packed into her mouth until her cheeks rounded. A tight cloth gag went over the top, cinched so snug it turned every muffled protest into a deliciously wet, furious gag talk. From that angle her soles were the star of the show—arched, bare, and impossible to ignore.

She tested the tape with little rolls of her shoulders and tiny shifts of her hips, then tipped herself onto her stomach so she could wriggle in longer, slower waves. The cloth gag stayed locked, the socks stayed packed, and every muffled syllable she pushed past them only made her look more spectacularly stuffed. The masked visitor watched the performance with obvious appreciation before slipping away to keep searching as the lady makes it down onto the hardwood floor to continue writhing...

When he came back empty-handed, he eased the cloth down around her neck and drew the socks out one by one. The demand was simple: the stash, now. Samantha stayed deliciously uncooperative, all smug eyes and stubborn silence. That earned her a thorough upgrade. More tape went on until she was hog taped—wrists to ankles, body folded into a compact, gleaming package he circled like a craftsman admiring his work.

He offered one last chance. She held the line until he casually rolled one of those socks into a tight ball. The sight alone flipped her attitude. The location spilled out in a rush. He had what he wanted.

Cocky, egotistical Samantha was now a complete, glittering package: hogtaped, sock-gagged, sneaker-taped, and going exactly nowhere. The stash was his. The view was even better.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

He still wanted the look, though... The socks went back in, packed one after the other until her mouth was full again. This time the seal was a ruthless wrap of duct tape that circled her big fat gob and head and locked everything in place. For the finishing flourish he pressed one of her sneakers to her nose and made her whiff deep there, the rubber sole filling her vision and her scent.

Samantha prowled her own place like a feline who’d secreted a treat and forgotten which cushion hid it. The stash of cash was meant for exactly this kind of “now or never” moment, and she was determined to claim it before anyone else did. That plan lasted until she rounded a corner and found a masked stranger already hunting the same prize. Someone she knew had clearly whispered the address. The two of them locked eyes over the same empty hiding spots, and the air went electric.

What followed was less a fight than a very hands-on negotiation. In short order Samantha found herself sitting on a big ass bed, wrists and ankles wrapped in neat, gleaming bands of duct tape that left her beautifully posed. Her sweaty socks came off next, warm and fragrant, and were packed into her mouth until her cheeks rounded. A tight cloth gag went over the top, cinched so snug it turned every muffled protest into a deliciously wet, furious gag talk. From that angle her soles were the star of the show—arched, bare, and impossible to ignore.

She tested the tape with little rolls of her shoulders and tiny shifts of her hips, then tipped herself onto her stomach so she could wriggle in longer, slower waves. The cloth gag stayed locked, the socks stayed packed, and every muffled syllable she pushed past them only made her look more spectacularly stuffed. The masked visitor watched the performance with obvious appreciation before slipping away to keep searching as the lady makes it down onto the hardwood floor to continue writhing...

When he came back empty-handed, he eased the cloth down around her neck and drew the socks out one by one. The demand was simple: the stash, now. Samantha stayed deliciously uncooperative, all smug eyes and stubborn silence. That earned her a thorough upgrade. More tape went on until she was hog taped—wrists to ankles, body folded into a compact, gleaming package he circled like a craftsman admiring his work.

He offered one last chance. She held the line until he casually rolled one of those socks into a tight ball. The sight alone flipped her attitude. The location spilled out in a rush. He had what he wanted.

Cocky, egotistical Samantha was now a complete, glittering package: hogtaped, sock-gagged, sneaker-taped, and going exactly nowhere. The stash was his. The view was even better.

***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***

Los relucientes dientes de la preciosa cautiva destellan mientras mastica esa prieta mordaza de nailon empapada en saliva que le divide los labios.

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Shhhh – calla, Belleza…”

Nuestras mocosas malcriadas – ¡pequeñas CONDENADAS cañones, y bien que lo saben! – están muy bien atadas a sendas sillas en el estudio del Coronel aguardando su ‘urgente’ llegada, y mira tú, no parecen muy contentas de hacerlo todo amarraditas y chupando unos trapos que les han metido en la boca y les han sujetado con unas tiras de tela bien ceñidas sobre ella – ¿y quién puede reprochárselo? ¡El Coronel, desde luego! Al fin y al cabo, ¡la mismísima mansión en la que estas zorritas cachondas han irrumpido en plena madrugada es la suya! Pero no contaban con su más fiel esbirro, Cerebrito-Dextro. Y ahora pagarán caro su error…

Sorprendiendo por completo a ambas fisgonas ladronas de guante blanco (objetivo: afanar los Tesoros Peruanos del viejo) con soberbios amordazamientos manuales, ¡poco tardan las dos aspirantes a incendiarias en estar BIEN empaquetadas! El Coronel QUEDARÁ complacido con su obediente lacayo por haber capturado raudo a las dos intrusas. Seguro que hay buena recompensa por su prendimiento y, cómo no, el Coronel insistirá en que den explicaciones. Él tiene… métodos… para sonsacar información a niñas malas como éstas.

Las damas se miden con ojos muy abiertos y preocupados mientras bregan con sus prietas mordazas. ¡Están ultrajadas por haber sido reducidas tan sumariamente y farfullan ‘mmmfggghhh’ indignadas para patentizarlo! Manoseándoles los generosos melones desnudos, Cerebrito-Dextro no da crédito a lo macizas que están estas intrusas-en-cueros-vivos mientras disfruta de las cautivas inmovilizadas, aprovechándose según se retuercen, ¡todas liadas con sogas! Gruñen y tensan músculos y, cuando las deja solas, ¡tratan incluso de zafarse de sus sólidas ataduras!

Retorciéndose apremiantemente en la habitación, aquellas damas desnudas y maniatadas, demasiado buenas, ¡vaya si estaban requetebién aseguradas! Impulsando aquellos prietos chochos adelante y atrás, nuestras bellezas farfullan quedito, inspeccionando visualmente la sala cual buscando objetos cortantes. No localizan ninguno a simple vista y su frustración salta a la vista. Ni DE COÑA piensan tolerarlo – ¿o acaso sencillamente no tienen escapatoria?

Ataditas de forma impecable, luego ya en sillas, mientras este baboso intenta conciliar el sueño, estas frescas zorrillas no llegan velozmente a ninguna parte. Lo que SÍ hacen es revolverse frenéticamente y emitir ruidos de mordaza. ¿Qué tendrá previsto este elemento para ellas – aparte de fotografiarlas con jeta para el Coronel? Más tarde, y después de MOGOLLÓN de forcejeo intenso y parloteo amordazado de nuestras rehenes cacos-felinos, bufando coléricas a través de la mordaza, ¡con la boca rellena y sellada a conciencia!

¡Amordazamientos hondamente sensuales y toneladas de fogosa acción desde la silla! Estas auténticas monerías siguen resistiéndose denodadamente, sus bellos piececitos descalzos, bien atados bajo sus respectivos culos, luciéndolos ufanamente. Y sus hermosas tetillas proyectándose ora aquí ora allá con cada impetuosa convulsión, las damas topetan como locas, engrilladas e indefensas. Dos bravas raposas glugluteando y echando espumarajos por la mordaza, guardadas bajo llave allá donde no alcanzan la vista ni la memoria. Pero no la nuestra… Ahora, cautivas, ¡serpentead para nosotros mientras aquel maléfico Coronel surca la noche, y me temo que no será él solo quien SE CORRA gracias a vosotras!

Todas las producciones (vídeo e imágenes) y los escenarios de bondage recreados responden estrictamente a dinámicas de juego de rol y narrativa argumental, y muestran exclusivamente a participantes mayores de edad que prestaron su pleno consentimiento y emplean señales de seguridad pactadas (claramente definidas dentro de cada situación fantástica) entre modelo(s) y equipo técnico de manera continuada durante toda la producción. Por ende, nos hallamos ante puras situaciones imaginativas de corte aventurero-irónico, siempre absolutamente consentidas, contextualizadas y refrendadas mediante la correspondiente cesión de derechos de imagen***

Los dientes de la hermosa cautiva’ brillan mientras mastica esa mordaza de nailon apretada y empapada en saliva.

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Sssshhhh – tranquila, Belleza…”

Nuestras mocosas descaradas – ¡malditas pequeñas BUENORRAS!, y lo saben bien – están muy firmemente sujetas en sillas en el estudio del Coronel esperando su llegada ‘urgente’, y vaya, no parecen demasiado contentas por hacer esto estando completamente atadas y chupando trapos metidos en sus bocas con tiras apretadas de tela fuertemente atadas sobre sus bocas – ¿y quién puede culparlas? ¡Pues, el Coronel sí que puede, desde luego! Es, después de todo, su propia mansión donde estas zorras sexys han irrumpido en plena noche. Pero no contaban con su más fiel secuaz, Point-Dexter. Y ahora, van a pagar por su error…

Tomando a ambas entrometidas ladronas felinas (objetivo: robar los Tesoros Peruanos del viejo) totalmente por sorpresa con formidables tapabocas manuales, ¡no pasa mucho tiempo antes de que ambas aspirantes a pirómanas queden BIEN envueltas! El Coronel ESTARÁ complacido con su obediente esbirro, habiendo capturado a las dos intrusas, ¡rápido! Sin duda habrá una buena recompensa por su captura y sin duda, el Coronel insistirá en que se expliquen. ¡El Coronel tiene… métodos… para sacar información a chicas traviesas como estas!

Las damas se miran mutuamente con ojos abiertos y preocupados mientras luchan contra sus ajustadas mordazas. Están indignadas por haber sido capturadas tan sumariamente y entonces hacen mmmmppphhhh indignadas para ilustrarlo. Manoseando sus gruesos pechos desnudos, Point-Dexter no puede creer lo calientes que están estas intrusas-en-cueros mientras disfruta de las prisioneras atadas, aprovechándose mientras se retuercen, ¡todas amarradas! Gruñen y forcejean, y cuando las dejan solas, ¡incluso intentan aflojar sus seguras ligaduras!

Luchando con urgencia en la habitación, las damas desnudas y atadas, demasiado excitantes, ciertamente han recibido una buena y firme sujeción. Empujando alrededor esas apretadas vaginas, nuestras bellezas murmuran sin cesar, escaneando la habitación como buscando objetos afilados. No ven ninguno inmediatamente y sus frustraciones son evidentes. De NINGUNA manera van a permitir esto – ¿o simplemente no tienen elección?

Atadas primorosamente, luego en sillas, mientras este imbécil intenta dormitar, estas juguetonas bimbollas no irán rápido a ninguna parte. Lo que SÍ están haciendo es debatirse salvajemente y amordazadas. ¿Qué planea este personaje para ellas – además de fotografiarlas descaradamente para el Coronel? Más tarde, y después de un MONTÓN de lucha ardiente y charla amordazada de nuestras rehenes ladronas felinas, echando humo enfadadas, bocas llenas y atadas fuerte.

Amordazamientos profundamente sensuales y toneladas de acción candente, ¡atadas a sillas! Estas serias monadas continúan luchando poderosamente, sus bonitos pies descalzos, todos atados bajo sus culos, orgullosamente expuestos. y sus preciosas tetas empujando hacia aquí y allá con cada retorcida apasionada, las damas dan tumbos como locas, atadas de manos y pies e indefensas. Dos fogosas zorras gorgoteando y espumeando la mordaza, encerradas fuera de la vista y fuera de la mente. Pero no de la nuestra… Ahora, cautivas, menéense para nosotros mientras ese malvado Coronel avanza en la noche, ¡y seguro que él no será el único que SE VENGA por vosotras!

Todas las producciones (video e imágenes) y los escenarios asociados representados son estrictamente de naturaleza interpretativa y narrativa, cuentan con participantes mayores de 18 años que dieron su total consentimiento y señales de seguridad establecidas (claramente definidas dentro de cada escena fantástica) entre modelo(s) y equipo técnico se utilizan continuamente durante toda la producción. Por lo tanto, estos son puros escenarios fantasiosos aventureros con ironía, sin excepción totalmente consensuales, contextualizados y respaldados por autorización de modelos al efecto***

¿QUÉ es esto? ¡Dos chicas fuertemente atadas con mordazas en la boca saltando locamente por toda la tienda de surf! Parece que necesitan mucha ayuda. Masticando las apretadas bandanas atadas entre sus brillantes dientes, grandes tetas SALTANDO debajo de sus lindos suéteres, alguien obviamente las ha atado así por una buena razón. ¡Profundicemos!

Antes de que sepan lo que está pasando, el ladrón se las ha llevado – maniatadas de pies y manos, y con mordazas tan apretadas que cruzan los ojos entre los dientes ciertamente han sido atendidas… ¿Pero qué pasó?

El negocio ha estado flojo en la Tienda de Surf de Mac – debe ser todo ese clima, y las dos agraciadas empleadas están pasando el tiempo trabajando en exhibidores de toallas de playa cuando de repente son visitadas por un hombre realmente extraño. Parece un poco nervioso ante su presencia, a decir verdad, y pone una excusa tonta antes de irse. Extraño, pero hay muchos raritos por ahí, ¿no? Bueno, resulta que también ESTÁN AQUÍ DENTRO, contigo, ¡Chicas!

Más tarde, ambas son atraídas por una conversación en voz baja que emana de la oficina del gerente – la de Paul. No es Paul, y suena como ese tipo que apareció antes. Las chicas escuchan a escondidas, pero se delatan y ¿adivina qué? ¡El amigo de Paul aquí las ESCUCHA! Resulta que está aquí para ‘incendiar’ bien el lugar y él y Paul cobrarán el seguro. Ha intentado ahuyentar a estas bimbo para que no se queden pero obviamente eso no funcionó… Plan B entonces, ¿Pollitas?

Más tarde, habiendo asegurado a las chicas que patalean y serpentean, las guarda en una alcoba al fondo de la tienda; sus bocas amordazadas firmemente con gruesas bandanas, muñecas y tobillos amarrados seguramente con cuerda. Eso debería retenerlas hasta que pueda decidir su próximo movimiento. ¿Incendia el lugar, como anima su malvado socio y PROPIETARIO de la tienda, o simplemente deja a estas dos bimbo expuestas y humilladas mientras sale por la puerta? Oh, nos preguntamos...

Con las chicas todas atadas en una habitación trasera, solas, las monadas amordazadas y atadas forcejean…   han serpenteado, rodado, ¡incluso han tratado de alertar a cualquiera que pudiera estar – o, muy probablemente no estar – cerca sobre su terrible experiencia! Retorciéndose en esos shorts ajustados y zapatillas, tetas saltando, las cautivas están más pesadamente atadas, mirándose mutuamente sin resultado alguno.

Y ahora, después de atraparlas intentando saltar hacia la libertad (¡¡qué escena!!) el malvado ha maniatado estilo cerdo a las propensas a escaparse, y, mientras nuestro dúo preocupado lucha, él alivia un poco de estrés sobándolas a ambas mientras ellas se retuercen furiosamente bajo su tacto morboso en sus pronto expuestos cuerpos.

Las nenas se retuercen majestuosamente, balbuceando alrededor de sus apretadas mordazas, incapaces de mover las bandanas y ciertamente incapaces de liberarse de esas cuerdas. ¡Profundamente sexy acción de mordaza hendida y forcejeo! Las serias bellezas continúan retorciéndose poderosamente, sus bonitos calcetines orgullosamente exhibidos, golpeando como locas, maniatadas e indefensas. Dos fisgonas peleadoras acorraladas, gruñendo y esforzándose, DIENTES AL DESCUBIERTO, contra sus demasiado apretadas mordazas, encerradas fuera de vista y mente.

Um, esto hasta que finalmente la tienda recibe algo de negocio – bueno, más o menos, en forma de un visitante MUY ruborizado que parece confundir a las vigilantes atadas, amordazadas y medio desnudas pensando que están involucradas en una pequeña tarde solitaria adorable y altamente pervertida!!

The Girls: “GGGHHHGGGGHHH!!”

***Todas las producciones (video e imágenes) y los escenarios asociados de bondage representados son estrictamente de naturaleza de juego de roles e historia y cuentan con participantes plenamente consentidos mayores de 18 años y señales seguras establecidas (claramente definidas dentro de cada escena fantástica) entre modelo(s) y equipo están en uso continuo durante toda la producción. Así pues, estos son puros escenarios fantasiosos aventureros irónicos, sin excepción completamente consensuales, contextuales y respaldados por autorización de modelos a tal efecto***