The strap from her chair restraint still held Portia’s wrists behind her back when she looked up at Ted.

What next?

Ted exposed her breasts and pulled the chair back into position.

Portia obediently sat. Above all else, she was a good girl, especially when admission into such an exclusive circle rested on enduring one more test.

The question remained: How tightly are you willing to be tied?

Her answer hadn’t changed.

As tight as it takes.

Just a few more minutes. A few more aches. A few more photographs capturing the strain that proved how badly she wanted this.

She sat patiently, drool spilling from her bitgag onto her glistening chest, as Ted drew her elbows together behind her back.

Then came the sponge.

Portia opened wide.

Ted pressed it into her mouth and sealed it with tape.

He lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen island, tied her ankles and drew them toward her shoulders. Higher and closer with every tug as she squealed each time she rocked forward.

Soon Portia was dramatically arched within taut rope, held exactly where he wanted her.

This test required not just pictures but an expression that showed its strain. That required time to soak in her tight ropes.

So she endured, almost perfectly still, minute after minute. Her brow finally furrowed. Her eyes widened. The strain appeared.

Only then did Ted take the pictures Portia wanted.

And like all good girls, she was rewarded. Rolled onto her side, the vibrating wand found just the right spot. She moaned, climbed, and finally crested with a long groan that echoed through the kitchen.

Now alone his good girl waited. Still hogtied. Still on her side. Still flushed from reaching her ascent. And curious how these new pictures would be received.

Dressed to tempt Ted, Portia and Lil Mizz accept his tight terms and are taught his idea of pleasure involves tight rope, rigid restraint and demanding bondage. But their helplessness is only the beginning; Ted has much more in store as he molds these now beautifully bound nymphs into his sirens of strict bondage.

Portia and LilMizz are dressed to impress—skimpy dresses, sheer nylons and heels, all dolled up and ready to offer themselves up for Ted’s pleasure. They know exactly what they’re getting into... or at least they think they do.

What the two nylon-clad nymphs don’t realize is that Ted has a very different idea of what constitutes pleasure. Once they agree to his terms, the teasing quickly gives way to rope, restraint and a decidedly more demanding predicament.

Before long, Portia and LilMizz find themselves tied together in an intricate butt-to-butt strappado, their glamorous outfits making quite the contrast to their increasingly helpless situation. And if they thought that was the extent of Ted’s plans, they’re about to discover just how wrong they were.

This is only Part 1. The ropes are on, the games have begun, and Ted is nowhere near finished with his nylon-clad nymphs. Wait until you see what he has planned for Parts 2 and 3!

Months passed as Portia waited.

Her application remained in the hands of the select few who could grant her entry or shut her out forever. She had spent too long standing at the edge of their world of influence, privilege and doors that opened simply from belonging.

And then there was a chime as the notification appeared on her phone. A chance. A way in. But it would require an initiation.

She wanted in. And as her long wait dragged on, a simple truth emerged. Portia would do almost anything to gain entry into their social circle, and she knew someone that would help her prove it.

Wrapped tightly in tape and facing rigid task, she opened wide and accepted it. And then she kept accepting it until it glistened, her eyes looking at the phone as Ted took pictures.

She had done well. But there was more needed to prove her worth to join their chosen few.

And so she opened wide and bit down. And she willingly as thin strips of leather reshaped her for her next task. And she urged him forward as twine pressed her orbs into they were beautiful, bulging and read for chained adornment.

Now moaning softly into panties taped into her mouth, the chair she was now one with creaked as she accepted her new task. She allowed the vibration to be her Sherpa, and she climbed while in the embrace of leather and tape. One moan at a time. One creak at a time. The vibrations were the steps marking her ascent. Upward. Moaning. Rising. Scaling. And finally finding the summit of sweet release.

He took pictures of it all.

Would these finally prove her worth? Perhaps. But if not, Portia was beginning to understand something.

She was enjoying the initiation. And she wanted to know just how far she'd go.

The investigation had gone cold. The suspects had gone underground. As long as Detective Everly was on the case, they knew better than to show themselves.

So Portia devised a trap and called Ted with her unusual request. She needed him to mummify her and asked Ted to encase her tightly. She wanted pictures of herself helpless, immobilized and unquestionably out of the investigation. They would leak images to the news. The suspects would resume their work unaware that Everly was still very much on the case.

It would look real because it would be real.

And Ted did just as she'd asked. He wrapped her tightly, even tighter than she expected. Layers of shrink wrap and tape slowly covered her until she had the helplessness she desired and more.

Now Detective Everly moaned softly into the sponge packed fully into her mouth and sealed deep, each guttural hum partially swallowed by tape, stretch wrap and even more tape. Across her sealed silhouette, shrink wrap squeaked and strained with her light movements, while the crinkling of taut tape crackled in the cool air in a relentless chorus of plastic and adhesive enveloping nearly every inch of her fettered frame.

She felt the cool air against her bared breasts, glistening with her own drool. She drew deep breaths through flared nostrils. And she groaned as both the egg and the wand guided her ever closer to a release not from her restraint but from the rising sensations climbing inside of her. And finally she groaned loudly into the muting wetness in her mouth as she reached that summit.

Ted had done well, far too well.

And now, sealed and shining in tight tape and panting from her moaning ascent, a realization took shape for Portia.

She was not the only one with a plan that involved her helpless.

Portia is completely at home in the BnB, curled up barefoot in a satin pajama set on the beautiful window seat, admiring a particularly fine book of bondage photography. She can't stop talking about how perfect the window seat is—and how unfair it is that after three houses, she still doesn't have one of her own.

Ted immediately sees an opportunity.

If Portia wants a window seat badly enough, perhaps they can make a deal.

She gets her window seat.

Ted gets the weekend to have his way with her.

Portia agrees remarkably quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly.

Ted starts gently, taking his time as he fondles her, binds her ankles, and gives her a few firm spanks to warm her up. But Portia soon discovers that the playful Ted she thought she was dealing with has another side entirely.

Before long, Portia is completely at Ted's mercy—gagged, tightly hogtied, drooling and reduced to a topless, helpless object in satin panties sprawled across the very window seat she had been admiring only moments before. He really tests her when the ring gag and dildo appear.

And Ted isn't finished.

Her own panties stuffed in her mouth and tape over her mouth makes her silence even more complete. Her protests have become muffled moans as Ted adds another layer to her predicament, securing her in a tight ball tie that leaves her beautifully exposed as he toys with his helpless captive and uses the Hitachi to push her over the edge. Portia might think she's finally earned a little rest after that—but she's about to learn the most important rule of the weekend:

The deal was never going to be that easy.

Ted hoists his nude beauty down from the window seat and puts her to work in an entirely different predicament, leaving her reduced to little more than a helpless human foot stool.

The window seat suddenly seems a long way off.

Ted has an entire weekend planned, and Portia is going to earn every inch of it.

With their elbows crushed together behind their backs, their knees pulled up and to the sides, and their ankles tied to the corners of their chair seats, Portia and Alba groaned into the panties packed deeply in their mouths and taped tightly in place. Held spread and unable to move, they could do little but moan in unison with the hum of the magic wands pressed snugly against their pussies.

They asked for this. They entered willingly looking for an easy score. And in choosing their fate, they chose their current predicaments of being held open while vibrators worked their clits.

And after long agonizing minutes, each screamed into the air.

Nobody was supposed to be home. In. Out. An easy score.

But the owner was there, and the owner loved having two women to bind and gag for the weekend.

First they found themselves tightly taped. Arms crushed. Legs pinned. Drool draining past the ballgags strapped fully into their mouths. They talked to each other, pondering their plight as they struggled and brushed against each other. But their efforts did not find them release.

Then he bound them in rope. Spread their legs. Crushing their elbows. Packing their mouths with panties now taped in place. And ending with magic wands between their legs.

With their crime exposed, they had a choice. The authorities or his control. They chose his control.

Now they groaned and writhed as the vibrators worked their pussies until both of them came!

Portia Everly was all dolled up and ready for a night on the town. But when she turned around, there was someone there waiting to show her a different kind of night out...

Tied and ball gagged, she has to pull herself up her hotel room bed to get to the phone and try to get some help...

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Ted's willing nylon-clad plaything Portia is exactly where he wants her—gleaming from head to toe in a skin-tight sheer nylon encasement, impossibly long legs showcased in towering high heels, completely at his mercy. Slung effortlessly over his shoulder, she's carried down into the garage dungeon and clipped by her leather collar to the overhead ring, standing helplessly on display while he admires every delicious inch of her tightly wrapped body.

She isn't going anywhere.

Ted reinforces her predicament with layers of tape wrapped directly over the nylon, making every movement more difficult and every struggle more delicious. The anticipation builds until he can't resist exposing what's hidden beneath. He peels back the nylon hood, then tears away sections of the encasement piece by piece, revealing sweat-slick skin beneath the unforgiving bright lights.

Her bound breasts are pulled free and tightly taped into an irresistible display, nipples straining against the bondage. More of the encasement disappears as Ted methodically reveals her body, taking his time preparing every inch of his obedient captive for what's still to come.

The real preparation begins as the back of the nylon is opened and a gleaming stainless steel ass hook is carefully secured, attached to her ponytail to hold her in an even more helpless position. A ring gag keeps her mouth occupied while drool glistens over the dildo waiting for later. Every restraint serves a purpose. Every position leaves her more vulnerable than before.

Before sealing his helpless beauty into her ultimate predicament, Ted makes certain she's fully prepared. A powerful wand massager sends waves through her tightly restrained body until she's completely ready for the next stage. Her panties are packed deep into her mouth before layers of tape create a secure gag. Bent forward and completely helpless, she's carefully fitted with two dildos and expertly secured with rope so nothing can shift once the final bondage begins.

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Tied together back-to-back in agonizing hogties, both Portia and Rachel groaned with their mouths packed with panties taped tightly in place. With their heads pulled back by nose-deforming stockings, their elbows crushed together behind their backs, and their tits shamefully bared and bound, they could do nothing but endure and wait for what their captor had in store for them next.

They knew the risks, accepted willingly the chance of being caught. And punished. Portia had been bound, gagged and used by him before and learned her lesson in strict bondage again while Rachel struggled agonizingly in her first testing trial.

But they took the chance. They made their choice. And they walked into peril with eyes wide open.

Caught, they leered at him while drooling past the ballgags strapped deeply into their mouths. He bound and groped their breasts. He cinched their elbows together and touching behind their backs. He stuffed their mouths with panties and taped them tightly in place. Then he arched them into hogties so tight their tits didn't even touch the floor.

But he was not done. Portia looked on with wide eyes as he slid a stocking over Rachel's head, pulling her head back into a fixed position that distorted her nose. And then Rachel groaned as Portia suffered the same fate.

He let them struggle for agonizing minutes. Moaning. Wriggling. Arching. But never finding release.

Then he rolled them onto their sides, tied them together back to back and left them endure in almost complete immobility. They grunted. The groaned. But neither found release.

They chose this, knowing he would bind and gag them if they were caught. And now they could only groan on the floor awaiting their next mission. A mission assigned by him. A lesson even tighter and more demanding than the one they now endured.

They entered his home as two confident detectives in search of evidence but found only tight bondage and humiliation. Now both unwanted guests endured their demotion, pig-nosed and squealing in their new roles as officers in peril.

But this was the job. Sometimes you catch the bad guy. Sometimes he caught you. They knew the rules. And now they'd play by them.

Ted's favorite toy has been waiting exactly where he left her—patiently tucked away in the trunk, completely cocooned from head to toe in layers of shimmering tan pantyhose. Every inch of her long, dancer's body is tightly encased in silky nylon, transforming Portia into the perfect display piece: smooth, shiny, helpless, and eager to be played with.

When Ted finally opens the trunk, it's clear her wait is over.

He lifts his obedient toy out and tosses her on the bed, taking a moment to admire the sleek outline of her body beneath the glossy nylon. Her long legs seem endless, her nipples press visibly through the sheer fabric, and her face is only just recognizable beneath the stocking hood while her tousled hair spills from the top. She looks like a perfectly wrapped present waiting to be enjoyed.

Ted stretches her out to her full length, securing both ankles and anchoring her neck to create a deliciously strict predicament. Helplessly elongated and beautifully displayed, she can do little more than squirm as he nudges, jostles, and repositions his favorite toy, appreciating every curve and every graceful line. The tight nylon clings to every contour, emphasizing her long lines, her elegant feet, and the unmistakable shine that makes encasement so irresistible.

His hands wander slowly over the slick fabric, stroking and teasing his glossy plaything while she melts beneath the attention. A playful swat across her exposed backside reminds her exactly who is in control. She's not being admired for her own satisfaction—she exists to entertain her owner, and today he's in the mood to enjoy every moment.

But this is only the warm-up.

Ted has something special planned in the garage, and his toys deserve to be presented properly. He retrieves the pair of nude high heels reserved for special occasions, carefully slipping them onto her stocking-covered feet. The elegant heels complete the look, turning his already stunning captive into the ultimate fetish display: fully encased in shiny pantyhose, stretched into a helpless predicament, balanced atop impossibly long legs, and dressed to perfection.

Now she's finally ready.

With practiced ease, Ted hoists his sleek nylon-wrapped toy over his shoulder and carries her downstairs toward the garage, where the next stage of her bondage adventure awaits. What begins as an elegant nylon encasement quickly escalates into an unforgettable predicament featuring restrictive bondage, objectification, high heels, full-body pantyhose, and the "double stuffed" challenge that Ted has been anticipating all day.

Portia groaned, her pitiful mewling muffled by sponge in her mouth and the double layers of tight tape and the black hood stretched tautly over her head. She could barely move, held fast by the strict bondage of tight ropes and an ethereal pulse emanating from the necklace she had clasped around her neck. She struggled, her arched feet pressing into the ground as the eggs stuffed fully into her pussy and ass vibrated her from inside. And outside, the magic wand taped between her legs worked her clit.

The room echoed with the spattering noise of vibration and her own drool that had drained from her sponge-gagged mouth, down her bared chest and between her legs. She shook her tits, bound tightly in leather and topped by aching nipples pinched hard by clothespins.

And then, she came once again.

She had put on the necklace willingly, a beautiful bauble that mysteriously arrived at her door.

She massaged herself, first her breasts and her bared pussy.

Then she gasped as invisible hands took control.

Ropes, vibrators and tape appeared next to her, and she looked on with shock as it glowed, disappeared and then reappeared on her.

The necklace began to glow and a gag appeared on her face. Then her clothing disappeared. She was then helpless in excruciatingly tight rope. Then her toes were tied. Then her breasts. Each time the necklace glowed, her predicament grew.

She struggled for long minutes and a man appeared out of thin air. He kissed her, sucked her nipples and then bent her over to probe her pussy before stuffing it with an egg. Then he rubbed her asshole, slid her finger inside and lubed her up for the next egg. She groaned loudly as it slid inside.

Now seated, he placed a magic wand between her legs, clamped her nipples with clothespins and left her to struggle. And to cum. And after long minutes she had her orgasm, but not her last. He returned again to help her with the wand, pressing it hard against her engorged clit, and she came for him again.

He pulled a hook over her head, zipped it in place, and disappeared once more.

Why had she willingly done this to herself? Why did she put on that necklace?

She struggled. She shook her tits. The necklace loosened. And it fell away.

Suddenly, she was free. Was it a dream? If so, why was she covered in rope marks?

She picked up the necklace, and it began to glow again. Was her plight over or was it just beginning?

It was a simple plan.

Natalie gets her husband's best friend to tie her up and leave her bound, gagged and helpless as the victim of a robbery. Once discovered by her husband soon after, the insurance company would cover the cost of all the jewelry she'd already sold off to cover her debts.

What that big-titted bitch didn't know is that Ted had wanted to jack her up in strict bondage for years. And once that gigantic ballgag was strapped fully in her mouth, he'd give her she ask for and far more.

Now, with her legs spread wide, her face packed with a huge pair of dirty panties, and her huge tits swollen and aching from the crush of tight twine, Natalie could do nothing but moan while completely helpless, humiliated and having her clit pounded at 6,000 rpms.

Her pussy was red and swollen. Her mound rippled from vibration. And her clit was engorged and vibrated by a wand ensuring she was not only fucked by her strict bondage, but fucked by that toy to groaning orgasm.

It started easy enough, ballgagged with her wrists taped. But soon her legs were taped together, and she was groaning as he crushed her elbows together behind her back with tape. She grunted as he taped around each tit, binding her breasts until they glow red and aching. Then she say the dildo. With wide eyes she watched as he slid it between her legs, turned it on and left her to struggle and cum.

She told herself she could handle this. It was only 30 minutes. But he hadn't left. In fact he watched. He watched as she struggled. He watched as she drooled. He watched as she humped against the dildo like a bitch in heat. He watched as she came. Then he returned, pressing the dildo hard against her clit. Pressing until she would cum again.

He spread her knees wide with rope and then secured her ankles to the side. Her pussy was on display, ready for the wand he tied against it. She gasped as her tore open her pantyhose, his rough fingers against her mound. The head of the wand immediately sank deeply between her lips, anchored and ready to work her. When he removed her ballgag, he left no time for discussion. The panties were already being packed fully into her mouth. Already being taped crushingly in place with clear tape.

Her plan no longer existed. He was fully in control now. She groaned as he crushed her elbows together with rope behind her back. She winced as the thin twine bit into her tits as he wrapped it around each base. She looked at him with wide eyes as he packed her face with panties and taped them in place.

He left her again. To agonize. To struggle. To cum. Again he returned, pressing the wand hard into her pussy. She had yet another orgasm. She looked at him, but this was her plan. To be bound, gagged and helpless. And he'd leave her to be found just as she'd asked.

But now with her tits red and bulging, her legs spread and unable to speak she would learn his true motives. She had thought he was an accomplice, but he had intended to punish her all along. She wanted bondage. He wanted her to suffer.

And now she learned her husband was hours from returning, they would both get wanted they wanted with her in agony the entire day!