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***

The beauties seethe and strain at their TIGHT cloth gags. Mouths held securely, bodies restrained well with white ropes, the girls rant and writhe, completely helpless, concealed within the old prop cellar... Nobody will find them down here, leaving ample time for the madman who has captured them to receive... further instructions from up on high!

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

Posing undercover as theatrical students from the nearby art college, two lovely young ladies (and busty snoops – our favs) have infiltrated the mansion of one Archimedes Cumley-Smythe. Mr Cumley-Smythe is a seasoned puppetmaster, and somewhat of a gentleman about town, if you know what we are getting at? As well as being a lover of the ladies, he and a chief associate are fencing gear for a gang of jewel thieves in the City.

The girls, gorgeous Zoe and Cici, have this entire criminal outfit sewn up and it only remains for them to sneak into the aging puppeteer’s manse and gather some final clues to air-tighten their case... Of course, lying in wait for her is a Hench of some standing – a retired conjurer named Cadabra, and he has been looking to test out a resurrected spell of his...

We commence with the stunning redhead, having gained access to the old place and assuring her partner she has this covered. Cici, for her part, believes otherwise and is swift to approach the Hall herself but by the time she gets there, Zoe has vanished!! Hahaahaaa!! But WE know where she is. Oh yes...

Earlier: The stunning spy, in her pretty tights and ballet shoes and hoodie, is caught, and she knows it. But she cannot possibly know what comes next, with that weird device he is brandishing! Frozen solid, the perpetually-startled babe (those EYES...) young Zoe, in her sexy white pantyhose and pretty silver slippers, is lifted up like a parcel and walked off with. Stashed away in a prop closet, she has regained her full perspective and is struggling, fervently, to summon assistance. The conjurer has roped and gagged her well, however, and escape is impossible. Soon enough, she’ll have company too...

Later, with them both now captured, bound up and sitting there with TIGHT, face-welded cloth gags over their mouths, they’ll be doing whatever they can to raise the alarm, including snagging telephones with naked feet and rolling around trying to make noise

What we have now is one blissful OTM scenario as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to roll around (who are THSE little minxes trying to entertain) results in much sexy pumps and jolts from the ladies, and a lot of exciting ballet shoe fun!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their outbound call – you’ll love it – Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably trussed. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s incredible!

In his incredibly tightly mouth BANDED chairtie-centric tape romp, these gagged women are MAD af!! Progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a convoluted plot to uh, bounce in their seats some more, results in much sexy pumps and jolts from the ladies, and a lot of exciting ballet shoe fun!

Later, we find our bound captives sitting there in chairs (wonderful onscreen overpowerings) with first tight, packed in panty-mouth-stuffings to shut off their bickering – then TIGHT, face-welded tape wraps! They writhe and twist in those chairs and make some very memorable noise of the sexy grunt and mmmmppphhhh variety. Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably tape- trussed. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s incredible!

***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 beauties seethe and strain at their TIGHT cloth gags. Mouths held securely, bodies restrained well with white ropes, the girls rant and writhe, completely helpless, concealed within the old prop cellar... Nobody will find them down here, leaving ample time for the madman who has captured them to receive... further instructions from up on high!

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

Posing undercover as theatrical students from the nearby art college, two lovely young ladies (and busty snoops – our favs) have infiltrated the mansion of one Archimedes Cumley-Smythe. Mr Cumley-Smythe is a seasoned puppetmaster, and somewhat of a gentleman about town, if you know what we are getting at? As well as being a lover of the ladies, he and a chief associate are fencing gear for a gang of jewel thieves in the City.

The girls, gorgeous Zoe and Cici, have this entire criminal outfit sewn up and it only remains for them to sneak into the aging puppeteer’s manse and gather some final clues to air-tighten their case... Of course, lying in wait for her is a Hench of some standing – a retired conjurer named Cadabra, and he has been looking to test out a resurrected spell of his...

We commence with the stunning redhead, having gained access to the old place and assuring her partner she has this covered. Cici, for her part, believes otherwise and is swift to approach the Hall herself but by the time she gets there, Zoe has vanished!! Hahaahaaa!! But WE know where she is. Oh yes...

Earlier: The stunning spy, in her pretty tights and ballet shoes and hoodie, is caught, and she knows it. But she cannot possibly know what comes next, with that weird device he is brandishing! Frozen solid, the perpetually-startled babe (those EYES...) young Zoe, in her sexy white pantyhose and pretty silver slippers, is lifted up like a parcel and walked off with. Stashed away in a prop closet, she has regained her full perspective and is struggling, fervently, to summon assistance. The conjurer has roped and gagged her well, however, and escape is impossible. Soon enough, she’ll have company too...

Later, with them both now captured, bound up and sitting there with TIGHT, face-welded cloth gags over their mouths, they’ll be doing whatever they can to raise the alarm, including snagging telephones with naked feet and rolling around trying to make noise

What we have now is one blissful OTM scenario as these most sexy of gags and gagged women are showcased. The girls start off bound and gagged on the sofa and in a chair, mumbling hotly the whole while and getting progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a jumbled plot to roll around (who are THSE little minxes trying to entertain) results in much sexy pumps and jolts from the ladies, and a lot of exciting ballet shoe fun!

They writhe and twist and roll and make some very memorable attempts to initiate their outbound call – you’ll love it – Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably trussed. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s incredible!

In his incredibly tightly mouth BANDED chairtie-centric tape romp, these gagged women are MAD af!! Progressively more frustrated the further utterly unable to understand one another they become! Eventually, a convoluted plot to uh, bounce in their seats some more, results in much sexy pumps and jolts from the ladies, and a lot of exciting ballet shoe fun!

Later, we find our bound captives sitting there in chairs (wonderful onscreen overpowerings) with first tight, packed in panty-mouth-stuffings to shut off their bickering – then TIGHT, face-welded tape wraps! They writhe and twist in those chairs and make some very memorable noise of the sexy grunt and mmmmppphhhh variety. Damn, now they’ve made complete fools of themselves too! Directly, to add insult to the proceedings, the plucky duo finds themselves inescapably tape- trussed. And you can either imagine just how steamy hot all of that stuff you love is, or watch this awesome little detective gagged, ridiculously plotted wonder tale, from multiple enticing angles. It’s incredible!

***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***

“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***

The gorgeous captive’s teeth gleam as she chews on that tight, saliva-soaked nylon cleave gag!

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Sssshhhh – quiet, Beauty...”

Our bratty brats – damned little HOTTIEs, and they well know it – are very snugly secured in chairs in the Colonel’s den awaiting his ‘urgent’ arrival, and hey, they don’t seem too happy about doing this while all roped up and sucking on rags crammed into their mouths with tight strips of fabric tied tightly over their mouths – and who can blame them?? Why, The Colonel can, of course! It is, after all, his very manse these sexy bitches have busted into in the middle of the night! But, they hadn’t counted on his must trusted minion, Point-Dexter. And now, they’re going to pay for their error...

Taking both snooping catburglars (objective: steal the old man’s Peruvian Treasures) completely by surprise with terrific handgaggings, it isn’t long before both would-be firestarters are TIGHTLY under wraps! The Colonel SHALL be pleased with his obedient minion, having captured the two interlopers, fast! There shall no doubt be quite a reward for their capture and no doubt, The Colone will insist on them explaining themselves. The Colonel has... ways... of extracting information from naughty girls like this!

The ladies read each other with wide, concerned eyes as they fight their tight gags. They are outraged to have been so summarily captured and them mmmmppphhhh indignantly to illustrate this! Groping their thick nude boobies, Point-Dexter can’t believe how hot these intruders-in-their-birthday-suits are as he enjoys the tied up captives, availing himself as they writhe, all roped up! They grunt and strain, and when left alone, even try to loose their secure bonds!!

Struggling urgently in the room, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good securing! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our beauties mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, next in chairs, while this creep tries to slumber, these frisky bimbos are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them for The Colonel?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our hostage catburglars, gag fuming angrily, mouths stuffed and tied tight!

Deeply sexy gaggings and tons of hot, chairbound action! These serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, their pretty bare feet, all tied up under their asses, on proud display. and their lovely tits thrusting this way and that with each impassioned squirm, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty vixens gurgling and gag spuming, locked away out of sight and out of mind. But not ours... Now, captives, wiggle for us while that evil Colonel makes his way through the night, and he isn’t likely to be the only one COMING for you!

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 gorgeous captive’s teeth gleam as she chews on that tight, saliva-soaked nylon cleave gag!

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Sssshhhh – quiet, Beauty...”

Our bratty brats – damned little HOTTIEs, and they well know it – are very snugly secured in chairs in the Colonel’s den awaiting his ‘urgent’ arrival, and hey, they don’t seem too happy about doing this while all roped up and sucking on rags crammed into their mouths with tight strips of fabric tied tightly over their mouths – and who can blame them?? Why, The Colonel can, of course! It is, after all, his very manse these sexy bitches have busted into in the middle of the night! But, they hadn’t counted on his must trusted minion, Point-Dexter. And now, they’re going to pay for their error...

Taking both snooping catburglars (objective: steal the old man’s Peruvian Treasures) completely by surprise with terrific handgaggings, it isn’t long before both would-be firestarters are TIGHTLY under wraps! The Colonel SHALL be pleased with his obedient minion, having captured the two interlopers, fast! There shall no doubt be quite a reward for their capture and no doubt, The Colone will insist on them explaining themselves. The Colonel has... ways... of extracting information from naughty girls like this!

The ladies read each other with wide, concerned eyes as they fight their tight gags. They are outraged to have been so summarily captured and them mmmmppphhhh indignantly to illustrate this! Groping their thick nude boobies, Point-Dexter can’t believe how hot these intruders-in-their-birthday-suits are as he enjoys the tied up captives, availing himself as they writhe, all roped up! They grunt and strain, and when left alone, even try to loose their secure bonds!!

Struggling urgently in the room, the way too hot, tied up nude ladies have sure had a jolly good securing! Thrusting around those tight pussies, our beauties mumble away, scanning the room as if for sharp objects. They don’t immediately see any and their frustrations are evident. No WAY are they going to allow this – or do they simply have no choice?

Trussed up nicely, next in chairs, while this creep tries to slumber, these frisky bimbos are going nowhere fast. What they ARE doing is wildly thrashing around and gagged. What does this character have planned for them – besides cheekily photographing them for The Colonel?? Later, and after a LOT of hot struggling and gag talk from our hostage catburglars, gag fuming angrily, mouths stuffed and tied tight!

Deeply sexy gaggings and tons of hot, chairbound action! These serious cuties continue to struggle mightily, their pretty bare feet, all tied up under their asses, on proud display. and their lovely tits thrusting this way and that with each impassioned squirm, the ladies bump around like crazy, hogtied and helpless. Two feisty vixens gurgling and gag spuming, locked away out of sight and out of mind. But not ours... Now, captives, wiggle for us while that evil Colonel makes his way through the night, and he isn’t likely to be the only one COMING for you!

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***