Story

Charlie and Fero are very bored and Fero brought a box with him. They think about what to do on this boring day. Fero has the idea to do some fun bondage. He cuffs charlie and tells her to lay down on the ground. Charlie does this and is tied with duct tape. The cuffs around her wrists are removed and her hands get taped behind her back. She is hog zip tied as well before she gets a tight microfoam wrap gag. Fero decides to take some pictures of the now helpless Charlie. He leaves her for a bit of struggling and MMMPPPPPHHHHing through her gag.After a while Fero returns and asks Charlie if they can change the bondage position her wrists are untied and she hops to the pole. He re ties her wrists when she is almost ready to stand onto the pole. He ties her to the pole with duct tape. Fero tells Charlie "just to trust him" and continues taping her fully to the pole. He tells her he has to take something out of the car and leaves her fully tied to the pole. Charlie begins to panic as she realizes the severity of her situation. She tries to wiggle out of the duct tape, but it's too tight.He tells Charlie that he heard at the bar that she won the lottery and asks Charlie where the money is. Charlie responds by reacting shocked to this and at this point she is not really able to do anything against Fero. He tapes her head to the pole and leaves her to find the money. Charlie MMMMPPPPHHHHSSS through the gag and tries to tell him he has to let her go. He applies an extra layer to tie her to the pole and lets her think about it. Charlie struggles as much as she can while producing muffled gag talk. She looks around the room, hoping to find something to help her escape. As she tries to free herself, she realizes that her only hope is to somehow outsmart her captor and find a way to get out of this situation.Fero returns and asks her again where the money is. She doesn't want to tell him anything so her zips open her jumpsuit and leaves her to struggle again. She does her best but the tight tape ties are just too much for poor Charlie and she is only able to wiggle a bit and produce moans through her heavily stuffed gag. Suddenly, she hears a noise and freezes. She hopes it's someone coming to rescue her, but the sound fades away and she realizes she's still alone. Charlie starts to panic, wondering if she'll ever be found. After a good struggle she finally gives up...

British secret agents Charlie Monaco and Danni Foxx are in for a challenge as they undergo intense training to escape bondage. Dressed in skin-tight black bodysuits, these busty operatives are eager to learn from their American Special Ops trainer. He evaluates their reactions as they’re bound and gagged, their struggles intensifying under his watchful eye. Danni’s ample tits shake with every movement, while Charlie’s bounce furiously as their high heels are removed, leaving them barefoot and desperate.

The tied up damsels look at each other trying to loosen their bonds, as the trainer unzips their suits, pulls out their big tits and roughly gropes them - Danni and Charlie know this situation all too well. They moan and struggle in his arms continuing to shake their big titties but it's not enough - looks like some very focused training is what's need - Charlie and Danni must learn to escape one way or another !!

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***

In the next thrilling episode of superheroine Green Specter’s ordeal at the hands of the villainous Cowboy, the helpless heroine is still tied down to a medieval rack whilst her former crimefighting colleague Wolf Woman slowly rotates the wheel.

Her sidekick Specter Girl, is powerless to do anything as she is locked in a metal frame, looking on forlornly at her partner’s desperate dilemma.

But just as Green Specter can't take any more, something strange begins to happen...

Wolf Woman suddenly stops turning the rack and begins blinking, holding her head in her hands.

“Wolf Woman!” Green Specter yells. “You’re coming back around!”

Sure enough, the effects of The Cowboy's punishment is starting to wear off as the bewildered beauty slowly regains her senses.

Wolf Woman looks around in confusion, not knowing where she is or why she cannot remember. She is told to calm down by Green Specter who says she will explain everything once she unties her.

Wolf Woman agrees and immediately sets to work unchaining the bound blonde but then suddenly The Cowboy walks in to catch her in the act...

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***

Charlie Monaco and Danni Foxx were given sheer bodystocking suits to try out and see how they would hold up to a shoot (Danni had a red one so tested that in a separate scene). They were asked to consider all aspects, from how easy it is to get on/off and proportionate sizing, whether or not it was comfortable to wear for long periods, didn't itch or get too hot etc. all to establish the real test criteria: does it make them more ticklish?...

Charlie wears just a thong under her sheer white bodystocking, complete with matching blindfold for her first test on the Bondage Board (it was done in that order to have the suit brand new with her restrained for maximum 'sheen', her next scene is on the massage table) and her initial feedback is good, she is impressed with the suit but rightly suspects that she will be more sensitive as a result...

Lighter touches are certainly more effective through the sheer fabric, which she prefers on her feet and legs, but once you pass her waist it's a different story! Charlie Monaco struggles with the ongoing exploration of her upper body due to the addition of the blindfold, as fingers glide across her armpits and down her sides she goes from giggles to groans, dreading what comes next...

Enter Danni Foxx as an extra pair of hands, but bringing far more to the table by way of her fingernails on the fabric, straddling Charlie and taking over on her upper body! Danni's nails are perfect for the suit but not for Charlie, who resorts to biting to try and make it stop. She only makes things worse once her blindfold is removed so she could explain herself, getting double teamed for the remainder of the clip with Danni switching to her feet for good measure!

Featuring Luna & Charlie

Story

Luna is just chilling when is suddenly handgagged by an intruder.

She is heavily tied with duct tape and gets duct tape wrap gagged. She tries to break free MMMMPPPPHING in the process. The intruder seems to be searching for something in Luna's home, but she has no idea what it could be. As she struggles to free herself, Luna tries to remember if she had seen anything suspicious in the neighborhood lately.

Charlie enters the room and thinks that Luna is playing bondage games for fun. Luna tries to express that someone captured her but all that is coming out of her mouth is muffled gag talk. Charlie is grabbed and gets the same treatment as Luna. They struggle in their bondage trying to free each other. They try to work their gags off by gag kissing mmmmpppphing the whole time.

Their gags are removed and there is big sponge stuffed in both their mouths. They get microfoam tape tightly wrapped around their heads as tight wrap gags. They struggle and mmmmppphhh a lot hoping to escape. But their captor is too skilled and they are left helpless in their tight bondage. As time passes, they begin to realize that escape may not be possible and fear sets in. Their only hope now is that someone will come looking for them before it's too late.

When the burglar has everything he needs he adds a green OTM gag and ties them together with tape on the floor. Charlie & Luna do their best but the tape is too tightly secured. They again try to work the gags off resulting in gag kissing each other. After a while they give up and hope rescue will arrive.

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Charlie is enjoying a book while she has a silent night in. She is suddenly grabbed and hand gagged.

She is tied with white ropes and gets a thin white cloth gag with light stuffing. Charlie struggles and gag talks trough her gag. Desperately trying to free herself, Charlie's heart races as she searches for any opportunity to escape her captor's grasp. The muffled sounds of her voice echo in the room, a testament to her determination and will to get out.

Her cleave gag gets replaced for a 3 piece duct tape gag while still being tied. Charlie tries hard to escape her bondage. With each passing moment, Charlie's frustration grows as her attempts to break free prove futile. The tightness of the ropes constricts her movements, making it increasingly difficult to find a way out. As she continues to struggle, her mind races with thoughts of possible escape plans, determined to find a weakness in her captor's hold. After a while she found one she gets her wrists untied and removes her gag when she is grabbed and hand gagged again.

She is put in a tight hogtie now and gets a heavily stuffed OTM gag with a blindfold added to it. Charlie struggles to get out rolling on her side and back again but there is no way she is getting out of this. Exhausted and disheartened, Charlie's body aches from the relentless struggle against her restraints. The room grows eerily silent as she realizes the gravity of her situation - escape seems increasingly impossible. To make things worse her captor raises her sweater exposing her bra with her big boobs in it. Charlie is now exposed and helpless with still no chance of escaping. She can only hope someone will find her.

Sensual Jane and Charlie Monaco both came to set wearing sexy thigh high stockings and no panties to make their pussies easy access! Watch Sensual Jane dive into Charlie's wet pussy with her probing tongue as she laps at her slippery inner lips! Then Charlie bends Sensual Jane over and sticks a vibrating toy deep in her hole."

WHAT’S this? Two tightly tied up girls gags in their mouths hopping madly throughout the Surf shop! Looks like they are in much need of assistance. Chewing n the tight bandanas strapped between their gleaming teeth, big boobies JUMPING beneath their cute sweaters, someone has obviously bund them up like his for good reason. Let’s delve!

Before they even know what’s happening, the crook has spirited them away – trussed hand and foot, and with tight eye-crossing gags betwixt their teeth they certainly have been taken care of... But what happened?

Business has been slow at Mac’s Surf Shop – must be all of that weather, and the two comely shop employees are spending their time working on beach towel displays when suddenly they are visited by a strange man indeed. He seems a little flustered at their presence, truth be told, and makes some lame excuse before leaving. Weird, but then there are a lot of weirdos out there, aren’t there? Well, as it turns out, they are also IN HERE, with you, Girls!

Later, both are drawn to a hushed conversation emanating from the manager – Paul’s – office. It isn’t Paul, and it sound like that guy who showed up earlier. The girls eavesdrop, but give themselves away and guess what? Paul’s pal here hears THEM! Turns out he’s here to ‘fire’ the place up real good and he and Paul will collect on the insurance. He has tried to freak these bimbos out of staying but obviously that hasn’t worked... Plan B then, Chicks?

Later, having secured the kicking and wriggling girls, he stashes them in an alcove at the rear of the store; their mouths gagged tightly with thick bandanas wrists and ankles securely lashed with rope. That should hold them until he can figure out his next move. Does he torch the place, as his evil partner and the OWNER of the store encourages, or should he just leave these two bimbos all exposed and humiliated on his way out the door. Oh, we wonder...

With the girls all tied up in a back room, alone, the gagged and bound cuties struggle... they’ve wriggled, they’ve rolled, why, they’ve even tried to alert anybody who may – or, most likely may not be – nearby, as to their ordeal! Squirming around in those tight shorts and pumps, boobs jigging, the captives are more heavily tied, glancing at each other fruitlessly indeed.

And now, after catching them trying to hop to freedom (what a scene!!) the fiend has hogtied the escape-prone wrigglers, and, as our concerned duo struggle, he relieves a little stress by feeling them both up as they writhe angrily beneath his lurid touch on their soon exposed bods.

The babes squirm majestically, mumbling around their tight gags, unable to budge the bandanas and certainly unable to wiggle free of those ropes. Deeply sexy cleave gaggings and struggle- action! The serious cuties continue to writhe mightily, their pretty socks on proud display, thumping around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty snoops corralled, grunting and straining, teeth BARED, at their way too tight gags, locked away out of sight and out of mind.

Um, that is until finally the store gets some business – well, sort of, in the form of a VERY red-faced visitor who seems to be mistaking the bound, gagged and half-stripped bouncers for being involved in a cute and highly kinky little afternoon alone!!

The Girls: “GGGHHHGGGGHHH!!”

***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***

WHAT’S this? Two tightly tied up girls gags in their mouths hopping madly throughout the Surf shop! Looks like they are in much need of assistance. Chewing n the tight bandanas strapped between their gleaming teeth, big boobies JUMPING beneath their cute sweaters, someone has obviously bund them up like his for good reason. Let’s delve!

Before they even know what’s happening, the crook has spirited them away – trussed hand and foot, and with tight eye-crossing gags betwixt their teeth they certainly have been taken care of... But what happened?

Business has been slow at Mac’s Surf Shop – must be all of that weather, and the two comely shop employees are spending their time working on beach towel displays when suddenly they are visited by a strange man indeed. He seems a little flustered at their presence, truth be told, and makes some lame excuse before leaving. Weird, but then there are a lot of weirdos out there, aren’t there? Well, as it turns out, they are also IN HERE, with you, Girls!

Later, both are drawn to a hushed conversation emanating from the manager – Paul’s – office. It isn’t Paul, and it sound like that guy who showed up earlier. The girls eavesdrop, but give themselves away and guess what? Paul’s pal here hears THEM! Turns out he’s here to ‘fire’ the place up real good and he and Paul will collect on the insurance. He has tried to freak these bimbos out of staying but obviously that hasn’t worked... Plan B then, Chicks?

Later, having secured the kicking and wriggling girls, he stashes them in an alcove at the rear of the store; their mouths gagged tightly with thick bandanas wrists and ankles securely lashed with rope. That should hold them until he can figure out his next move. Does he torch the place, as his evil partner and the OWNER of the store encourages, or should he just leave these two bimbos all exposed and humiliated on his way out the door. Oh, we wonder...

With the girls all tied up in a back room, alone, the gagged and bound cuties struggle... they’ve wriggled, they’ve rolled, why, they’ve even tried to alert anybody who may – or, most likely may not be – nearby, as to their ordeal! Squirming around in those tight shorts and pumps, boobs jigging, the captives are more heavily tied, glancing at each other fruitlessly indeed.

And now, after catching them trying to hop to freedom (what a scene!!) the fiend has hogtied the escape-prone wrigglers, and, as our concerned duo struggle, he relieves a little stress by feeling them both up as they writhe angrily beneath his lurid touch on their soon exposed bods.

The babes squirm majestically, mumbling around their tight gags, unable to budge the bandanas and certainly unable to wiggle free of those ropes. Deeply sexy cleave gaggings and struggle- action! The serious cuties continue to writhe mightily, their pretty socks on proud display, thumping around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty snoops corralled, grunting and straining, teeth BARED, at their way too tight gags, locked away out of sight and out of mind.

Um, that is until finally the store gets some business – well, sort of, in the form of a VERY red-faced visitor who seems to be mistaking the bound, gagged and half-stripped bouncers for being involved in a cute and highly kinky little afternoon alone!!

The Girls: “GGGHHHGGGGHHH!!”

***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***

Story

Missy is house sitting and just chilling on a small sofa playing a bit with her toes.

There is suddenly a woman with a bag entering the room grabbing Missy and dominating her. What Missy doesn't know is that the friend she is house sitting for has ordered a domme on the wrong date. Missy's heart races as she struggles against the woman's strong grip, confused and frightened by the sudden intrusion. The domme's firm hand on her shoulder gets her to the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. As the realization dawns on Missy, she can't help but wonder what kind of trouble her friend has gotten her into.

Missy gets tied and ballgagged leaving her completely helpless. After the domme is ready with that she follows the orders she had and starts to tickle Missy with a brush. She hogties her to keep her in place and starts doing it with a feather as well. Missy is very ticklish and responds on all tickling. She squirms and laughs uncontrollably, the sensation overwhelming her senses. The domme continues to tickle her mercilessly, enjoying every moment of Missy's vulnerability. Despite her initial fear, Missy can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

The domme leaves Missy alone to struggle in her bondage. She does her best to get out but her attempts are futile. As time passes, Missy's initial fear begins to morph into a strange sense of exhilaration. The feeling of helplessness mixed with the excitement of the tickling creates a whirlwind of emotions within her. Despite her struggle to break free, she can't help but feel a strange sense of thrill at being at the mercy of the domme.

( Rope Bondage, FF Domination, Tickling, Ballgag, Bondage )