The ladies don’t like it, but what choice do they have? Made to strip down to their pretty lingerie (uh, what’s this guy’s reasoning, beyond being a pervert?) they are strictly bound with shiny silver tape - and get their WAY too cute mouths all taped up too! Left alone, out of the way of the sophisticated alarm system in the next room, the girls wriggle and writhe, to no measurable avail... other than turning us on in a major way...

From Our Story: Before she quite knew what was happening, poor, lovely Dark has found herself expertly secured in the supplies room—medical tape winding her snugly into a swivel chair, a soft cloth pressed over her lips knotted exceptionally tightly in place. She wriggled and twisted with impressive determination, the chair spinning and rocking as she tried every clever angle, but those bonds held her in the most teasingly thorough way.

Comely blonde and statuesque Rachel, noticing her colleague’s sudden absence, followed the trail of curiosity into the supplies room. The sight of Dark all wrapped up and chair-bound stopped her in her tracks; she lingered a little too long, admiring the neat job and the way Dark’s body flexed against the tape, completely forgetting to watch her own back.

A moment later held up at persuader-point, Rachel joined the party, settled just as snugly into a matching swivel chair with a tight handkerchief knotted firmly over her mouth. The two beauties now shared the room, bouncing and twisting in their seats, chairs rolling and spinning as they strained and shifted, exchanging wide-eyed looks over their gags while the visitor finished collecting his haul.

They put on quite the show—hips lifting, shoulders rolling, legs pressing against the tape. Every muffled sound and every hopeful twist only seemed to make their predicament more deliciously thorough.

By the time the visitor zipped up his bag and strolled out with a satisfied wave, the office was quiet with the two bimbos ‘relocated’ again except for the soft mumbles for the de-shoed and hidden beauties and the continuing, determined wriggles of two very bound and very glamorous secretaries left to wait for Monday morning’s surprise, and that bad guy? Gone with the proverbial...

***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 ladies don’t like it, but what choice do they have? Made to strip down to their pretty lingerie (uh, what’s this guy’s reasoning, beyond being a pervert?) they are strictly bound with shiny silver tape - and get their WAY too cute mouths all taped up too! Left alone, out of the way of the sophisticated alarm system in the next room, the girls wriggle and writhe, to no measurable avail... other than turning us on in a major way...

From Our Story: Before she quite knew what was happening, poor, lovely Dark has found herself expertly secured in the supplies room—medical tape winding her snugly into a swivel chair, a soft cloth pressed over her lips knotted exceptionally tightly in place. She wriggled and twisted with impressive determination, the chair spinning and rocking as she tried every clever angle, but those bonds held her in the most teasingly thorough way.

Comely blonde and statuesque Rachel, noticing her colleague’s sudden absence, followed the trail of curiosity into the supplies room. The sight of Dark all wrapped up and chair-bound stopped her in her tracks; she lingered a little too long, admiring the neat job and the way Dark’s body flexed against the tape, completely forgetting to watch her own back.

A moment later held up at persuader-point, Rachel joined the party, settled just as snugly into a matching swivel chair with a tight handkerchief knotted firmly over her mouth. The two beauties now shared the room, bouncing and twisting in their seats, chairs rolling and spinning as they strained and shifted, exchanging wide-eyed looks over their gags while the visitor finished collecting his haul.

They put on quite the show—hips lifting, shoulders rolling, legs pressing against the tape. Every muffled sound and every hopeful twist only seemed to make their predicament more deliciously thorough.

By the time the visitor zipped up his bag and strolled out with a satisfied wave, the office was quiet with the two bimbos ‘relocated’ again except for the soft mumbles for the de-shoed and hidden beauties and the continuing, determined wriggles of two very bound and very glamorous secretaries left to wait for Monday morning’s surprise, and that bad guy? Gone with the proverbial...

***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***

Two delightfully under-motivated secretaries at the confectionary giant’s headquarters had a habit of treating their weekend duties like optional extras. Dark, the toned and leggy one, was the first to discover just how interesting an ordinary Saturday could become when a smooth-talking visitor decided the office’s cash reserves needed relocating.

Before she quite knew what was happening, poor, lovely Dark has found herself expertly secured in the supplies room—medical tape winding her snugly into a swivel chair, a soft cloth pressed over her lips knotted exceptionally tightly in place. She wriggled and twisted with impressive determination, the chair spinning and rocking as she tried every clever angle, but those bonds held her in the most teasingly thorough way.

Meanwhile the visitor set about his weekend shopping list among the filing cabinets and safes, humming cheerfully as he worked. Dark’s muffled protests and the soft squeak of her chair wheels never quite reached the open office, leaving her alone with her struggles and the growing awareness of just how thoroughly she’d been packed away.

Comely blonde and statuesque Rachel, noticing her colleague’s sudden absence, followed the trail of curiosity into the supplies room. The sight of Dark all wrapped up and chair-bound stopped her in her tracks; she lingered a little too long, admiring the neat job and the way Dark’s body flexed against the tape, completely forgetting to watch her own back.

A moment later held up at persuader-point, Rachel joined the party, settled just as snugly into a matching swivel chair with a tight handkerchief knotted firmly over her mouth. The two beauties now shared the room, bouncing and twisting in their seats, chairs rolling and spinning as they strained and shifted, exchanging wide-eyed looks over their gags while the visitor finished collecting his haul.

They put on quite the show—hips lifting, shoulders rolling, legs pressing against the tape as the chairs carried them in little circles around the supplies room. Every muffled sound and every hopeful twist only seemed to make their predicament more deliciously thorough.

By the time the visitor zipped up his bag and strolled out with a satisfied wave, the office was quiet again except for the soft squeak of two swivel chairs and the continuing, determined wriggles of two very bound and very glamorous secretaries left to wait for Monday morning’s surprise.

***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***

Two delightfully under-motivated secretaries at the confectionary giant’s headquarters had a habit of treating their weekend duties like optional extras. Dark, the toned and leggy one, was the first to discover just how interesting an ordinary Saturday could become when a smooth-talking visitor decided the office’s cash reserves needed relocating.

Before she quite knew what was happening, poor, lovely Dark has found herself expertly secured in the supplies room—medical tape winding her snugly into a swivel chair, a soft cloth pressed over her lips knotted exceptionally tightly in place. She wriggled and twisted with impressive determination, the chair spinning and rocking as she tried every clever angle, but those bonds held her in the most teasingly thorough way.

Meanwhile the visitor set about his weekend shopping list among the filing cabinets and safes, humming cheerfully as he worked. Dark’s muffled protests and the soft squeak of her chair wheels never quite reached the open office, leaving her alone with her struggles and the growing awareness of just how thoroughly she’d been packed away.

Comely blonde and statuesque Rachel, noticing her colleague’s sudden absence, followed the trail of curiosity into the supplies room. The sight of Dark all wrapped up and chair-bound stopped her in her tracks; she lingered a little too long, admiring the neat job and the way Dark’s body flexed against the tape, completely forgetting to watch her own back.

A moment later held up at persuader-point, Rachel joined the party, settled just as snugly into a matching swivel chair with a tight handkerchief knotted firmly over her mouth. The two beauties now shared the room, bouncing and twisting in their seats, chairs rolling and spinning as they strained and shifted, exchanging wide-eyed looks over their gags while the visitor finished collecting his haul.

They put on quite the show—hips lifting, shoulders rolling, legs pressing against the tape as the chairs carried them in little circles around the supplies room. Every muffled sound and every hopeful twist only seemed to make their predicament more deliciously thorough.

By the time the visitor zipped up his bag and strolled out with a satisfied wave, the office was quiet again except for the soft squeak of two swivel chairs and the continuing, determined wriggles of two very bound and very glamorous secretaries left to wait for Monday morning’s surprise.

***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***

Special Agents Dark Feminine and Rachel Lei thought they had the drop on Vladimir Nettlebottom’s latest scheme — a shady shipment of meat pies arriving at Norwood Dock under cover of night, their flaky crusts hiding encrypted codes for a city-wide criminal network.

Dressed in nothing but sleek leather straps that barely contain their curves, the two fearless vixens slip into the front house to snoop. The cool night air kisses their bare skin as they move silently, hearts racing with adrenaline. Big mistake.

The goons make them instantly. Strong hands clamp over their mouths, muffling their cries, and soon both agents are brutally trussed with shiny black rubber tape that bites into their smooth flesh. Thick patterned bandanas are jammed between their teeth in tight cleave gags, stretching their lips the way YOU like.

When they squirm and interrupt the main thug Yates’ phone call, the punishment escalates. The agents are bent into merciless hogties, ankles lashed hard to wrists, backs arched dramatically. Shiny buckled ballgags are jammed between their jaws, buckling tight behind their heads and turning their protests into wet, drooling mmphs.

Rachel sits helpless, chest heaving, eyes wide with humiliated fury. But codename Dark Feminine fights like a wildcat — her powerful body arching, huge round ass pumping and flexing against the cruel ropes, hot bare soles scrunching and toes spreading in desperate struggle. Sweat-slick skin glistens under the dim dock lights as her heavy breasts sway with every frantic twist.

The crook laughs, circling theprize. “Look at these two nosy bitches now,” one sneers, giving Dark’s taut, quivering ass a firm slap that makes her jolt and drool even harder down her chin. Rachel’s muffled protests grow frantic as rough hands trace her taped thighs, reminding both agents exactly how exposed and vulnerable they are.

Nettlebottom’s men may have won this round... but with two gorgeous, tightly bound spies writhing and glistening in the shadows, the night is far from over.

***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***

Special Agents Dark Feminine and Rachel Lei thought they had the drop on Vladimir Nettlebottom’s latest scheme — a shady shipment of meat pies arriving at Norwood Dock under cover of night, their flaky crusts hiding encrypted codes for a city-wide criminal network.

Dressed in nothing but sleek leather straps that barely contain their curves, the two fearless vixens slip into the front house to snoop. The cool night air kisses their bare skin as they move silently, hearts racing with adrenaline. Big mistake.

The goons make them instantly. Strong hands clamp over their mouths, muffling their cries, and soon both agents are brutally trussed with shiny black rubber tape that bites into their smooth flesh. Thick patterned bandanas are jammed between their teeth in tight cleave gags, stretching their lips the way YOU like.

When they squirm and interrupt the main thug Yates’ phone call, the punishment escalates. The agents are bent into merciless hogties, ankles lashed hard to wrists, backs arched dramatically. Shiny buckled ballgags are jammed between their jaws, buckling tight behind their heads and turning their protests into wet, drooling mmphs.

Rachel sits helpless, chest heaving, eyes wide with humiliated fury. But codename Dark Feminine fights like a wildcat — her powerful body arching, huge round ass pumping and flexing against the cruel ropes, hot bare soles scrunching and toes spreading in desperate struggle. Sweat-slick skin glistens under the dim dock lights as her heavy breasts sway with every frantic twist.

The crook laughs, circling theprize. “Look at these two nosy bitches now,” one sneers, giving Dark’s taut, quivering ass a firm slap that makes her jolt and drool even harder down her chin. Rachel’s muffled protests grow frantic as rough hands trace her taped thighs, reminding both agents exactly how exposed and vulnerable they are.

Nettlebottom’s men may have won this round... but with two gorgeous, tightly bound spies writhing and glistening in the shadows, the night is far from over.

***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***