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***

As belezas fervem e se esforçam contra suas mordaças de pano APERTADAS. Bocas firmemente contidas, corpos bem amarrados com cordas brancas, as garotas vociferam e se contorcem, completamente indefesas, escondidas na velha adega de objetos cênicos… Ninguém vai encontrá-las aqui embaixo, dando tempo suficiente para o louco que as capturou receber… mais instruções lá do alto!

Também inclui: Zoe & Cici em: Artistas Performáticas Amordaçadas com Fita Adesiva - Fumaça da Mordida & Luta Indignada & Amordaçadas com Calcinha enquanto Vilão Configurador Foge do Prédio!

Posando disfarçadas como estudantes teatrais da faculdade de arte próxima, duas lindas jovens (e bisbilhoteiras peitudas – nossas favoritas) infiltraram-se na mansão de um tal Archimedes Cumley-Smythe. O Sr. Cumley-Smythe é um marionetista experiente, e um tanto cavalheiro pela cidade, se você entende onde queremos chegar? Além de ser amante das mulheres, ele e seu principal associado estão repassando equipamentos para uma gangue de ladrões de joias na cidade.

As garotas, a deslumbrante Zoe e Cici, já têm toda essa organização criminosa costurada e só falta elas entrarem sorrateiramente na mansão do velho titereiro e reunir algumas pistas finais para fechar hermeticamente o caso delas… Claro, à espera dela está um Capanga de certa importância – um ilusionista aposentado chamado Cadabra, e ele está querendo testar um feitiço ressuscitado dele…

Começamos com a deslumbrante ruiva, tendo conseguido acesso ao velho lugar e garantindo à sua parceira que está tudo sob controle. Cici, por sua vez, pensa diferente e rapidamente se aproxima ela mesma do Salão, mas quando chega lá, Zoe desapareceu!! Hahaahaaa!! Mas NÓS sabemos onde ela está. Ah sim…

Mais cedo: A estonteante espiã, com suas belas meia-calças, sapatilhas de balé e moletom, é capturada, e ela sabe disso. Mas não pode imaginar o que vem depois, com aquele dispositivo estranho que ele brande! Congelada completamente, a garota perpetuamente assustada (aqueles OLHOS…) a jovem Zoe, em suas sexy calcinhas-calças brancas e lindos chinelos prateados, é levantada como um pacote e levada embora. Escondida num armário de objetos cênicos, ela recuperou totalmente seus sentidos e está lutando, fervorosamente, para pedir ajuda. O ilusionista amarrou-a e amordaçou-a bem, no entanto, e escapar é impossível. Logo mais, terá companhia também…

Depois, com ambas agora capturadas, amarradas e sentadas ali com mordaças de pano APERTADAS, soldadas aos rostos sobre suas bocas, farão tudo que puderem para dar o alarme, inclusive pegando telefones com os pés nus e rolando pelo chão tentando fazer barulho

O que temos agora é um cenário feliz de Mordaça-na-Boca quando essas mulheres tão sensuais são exibidas amordaçadas. As garotas começam amarradas e amordaçadas no sofá e numa cadeira, murmurando excitadamente o tempo todo e ficando cada vez mais frustradas à medida que ficam completamente incapazes de entender uma à outra! Por fim, uma confusa conspiração para rolar (quem essas pequenas provocadoras estão tentando entreter?) resulta em muitos saltos e sacolejos sexys das moças, e muita diversão emocionante com sapatilhas de balé!

Elas se contorcem, torcem e rolam e fazem algumas tentativas muito memoráveis de iniciar sua chamada externa – vocês vão adorar – Droga, agora também fizeram papel de completas idiotas! Em seguida, para piorar ainda mais a situação, a dupla corajosa se encontra inevitavelmente amarrada sem poder fugir. E você pode tanto imaginar quão escaldantemente sensual é tudo isso que você ama, ou assistir este incrível pequeno conto detetivesco amordaçado, absurdamente tramado, de múltiplos ângulos atraentes. É incrível!

Na sua brincadeira com fita centrada em cadeiras e bocas INCRIVELMENTE APERTADAS COM TIRAS DE FITA, estas mulheres amordaçadas estão LOUCAS pra caramba!! Cada vez mais frustradas quanto mais incapazes de se entenderem mutuamente! Finalmente, uma trama complicada para, hã, pular nos assentos ainda mais, resulta em muitos bombardeios e solavancos sexys das damas, e muita diversão empolgante com sapatilhas de balé!

Mais tarde, encontramos nossas cativas amarradas sentadas nas cadeiras (maravilhosas subjugações diante das câmeras) primeiro com enchimentos de calcinha enfiados na boca para acabar com as brigas – depois ENVOLTAS EM FITAS ADESIVAS APERTADAS coladas ao rosto! Elas se retorcem e giram nessas cadeiras e fazem barulhos muito memoráveis do tipo grunhidos sensuais e mmmmppphhhh. Droga, agora fizeram papel de completas idiotas também! Diretamente, para humilhar ainda mais, a dupla valente se vê irremediavelmente amarrada com fitas. E você pode ou imaginar como todo esse material que você ama é ardente e quente, ou assistir esse fantástico conto investigativo amordaçado, ridiculamente enredado, de múltiplos ângulos sedutores. É incrível!

***Todas as produções (vídeo & imagens) & cenários associados de bondage representados são estritamente de natureza role play e orientada pela história e apresentam participantes plenamente consentidos maiores de 18 anos e sinais seguros estabelecidos (claramente definidos dentro de cada cena fantasiosa) entre modelo(s) e equipe estão em uso contínuo durante toda a produção. Portanto, esses são cenários de aventura fantasiosa puros, irônicos, sem exceção totalmente consensuais, contextuais e apoiados por autorização de modelo para tal efeito***

As belezas fervem e se esforçam contra suas APERTADAS mordaças de pano. Bocas firmemente contidas, corpos bem amarrados com cordas brancas, as garotas vociferam e se retorcem, completamente indefesas, ocultas dentro do velho porão de adereços… Ninguém vai encontrá-las aqui embaixo, dando tempo suficiente para que o louco que as capturou receba… mais instruções lá do alto!

Também inclui: Zoe & Cici em: Artistas Performáticas Com Fita Adesiva na Boca - Gás da Mordaça & Luta Indignada & Amordaçadas com Calcinha enquanto Vilão Configurador de Dispositivos Fujão Abandona o Prédio!

Posando disfarçadas como estudantes teatrais da faculdade de arte próxima, duas lindas jovens (e bisbilhoteiras peitudas – nossas favoritas) infiltraram-se na mansão de um tal Archimedes Cumley-Smythe. O Sr. Cumley-Smythe é um experiente manipulador de marionetes, e um tanto cavalheiro pela cidade, se você entende o que queremos dizer? Além de ser amante das mulheres, ele e seu principal associado estão repassando equipamentos para uma gangue de ladrões de joias na Cidade.

As garotas, a deslumbrante Zoe e Cici, já têm toda essa quadrilha criminosa costurada e só resta para elas entrarem sorrateiramente na mansão do envelhecido titereiro e reunir algumas pistas finais para fechar hermeticamente o caso delas… Claro, à espera dela está um Capanga de certa importância – um ilusionista aposentado chamado Cadabra, e ele está ansioso para testar um feitiço ressuscitado dele…

Começamos com a estonteante ruiva, tendo conseguido acesso ao antigo local e garantindo à sua parceira que ela tem tudo sob controle. Cici, por sua vez, pensa diferente e rapidamente se aproxima ela mesma do Salão, mas quando chega lá, Zoe desapareceu!! Hahaahaaa!! Mas NÓS sabemos onde ela está. Ah sim…

Mais cedo: A belíssima espiã, em suas graciosas meia-calças e sapatilhas de balé e moletom, é capturada, e ela sabe disso. Mas não pode imaginar o que vem a seguir, com aquele dispositivo estranho que ele está brandindo! Congelada em estado sólido, a garota perpetuamente assustada (aqueles OLHOS…) jovem Zoe, em suas sexy calcinhas justas brancas e lindos chinelos prateados, é levantada como um pacote e levada embora. Escondida num armário de adereços, ela recuperou totalmente a perspectiva e está lutando, fervorosamente, para pedir ajuda. O conjurador a amarrou e amordaçou bem, no entanto, e escapar é impossível. Em breve, ela terá companhia também…

Mais tarde, com ambas agora capturadas, amarradas e sentadas ali com APERTADAS mordaças de pano soldadas aos rostos sobre suas bocas, elas farão todo o possível para dar o alarme, incluindo agarrar telefones com os pés nus e rolar tentando fazer barulho

O que temos agora é um cenário glorioso de boca-amordaçada exibido enquanto essas mordaças tão sexys e mulheres amordaçadas são mostradas. As garotas começam amarradas e amordaçadas no sofá e numa cadeira, murmurando sensualmente o tempo todo e ficando progressivamente mais frustradas quanto mais completamente incapazes de entenderem uma à outra elas ficam! Eventualmente, um plano confuso de rolar pelo chão (para quem essas pequenas provocadoras estão tentando entreter) resulta em muitos saltos e sacudidas sexys das moças, e muita diversão excitante com sapatilhas de balé!

Elas se contorcem e torcem e rolam e fazem algumas tentativas muito memoráveis de iniciar a chamada externa – você vai adorar – Droga, agora também fizeram papel de completas idiotas! Diretamente, para insulto adicional à situação, a dupla corajosa encontra-se irremediavelmente amarrada. E você pode ou imaginar quão escaldante e sensual é tudo isso que você ama, ou assistir este incrível conto detetivesco ridiculamente planejado e amordaçado, de múltiplos ângulos atraentes. É incrível!

Em sua brincadeira com fita centrada na cadeira onde ele aperta INCRIVELMENTE a BOCA COM TIRAS DE FITA, estas mulheres amordaçadas estão POSSESSAS pra caramba!!  Progressivamente mais frustradas quanto mais completamente incapazes de entenderem uma à outra elas ficam! Eventualmente, um plano convoluto de, uh, saltitar mais nos seus lugares, resulta em muitos saltos e sacudidas sexys das moças, e muita diversão excitante com sapatilhas de balé!

Mais tarde, encontramos nossas cativas amarradas sentadas ali nas cadeiras (subjugações maravilhosas diante das câmeras) primeiro com apertadas bocas recheadas de calcinhas enfiadas para silenciar suas discussões – depois APERTADOS envoltórios de fita colados ao rosto! Elas se contorcem e giram nessas cadeiras e fazem barulhos muito memoráveis do tipo grunhidos sexys e mmmmppphhhh. Droga, agora também fizeram papel de completas idiotas! Diretamente, para insulto adicional à situação, a dupla corajosa encontra-se irremediavelmente amarrada com fita. E você pode ou imaginar quão escaldante e sensual é tudo isso que você ama, ou assistir este incrível conto detetivesco ridiculamente planejado e amordaçado, de múltiplos ângulos atraentes. É incrível!

***Todas as produções (vídeo e imagens) e cenários associados de bondage representados são estritamente de natureza role play e conduzidos pela história e apresentam participantes plenamente consentindo maiores de 18 anos e sinais seguros estabelecidos (claramente definidos dentro de cada cena fantasiosa) entre modelo(s) e equipe estão em uso contínuo durante toda a produção. Portanto, esses são cenários de fantasia aventuresca puramente irônicos, sem exceção completamente consensuais, contextualizados e apoiados por autorização de modelo para esse efeito***

“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***

Os dentes da linda cativa brilham enquanto ela mastiga aquela mordaça de náilon apertada e encharcada de saliva!

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Sssshhhh – quieta, Beleza…”

Nossas pirralhas mimadas – malditas gostosinhas, e elas bem sabem disso – estão muito confortavelmente amarradas em cadeiras no escritório do Coronel aguardando sua chegada ‘urgente’, e ei, elas não parecem nada felizes em fazer isso todas enroladas em cordas e chupando panos enfiados em suas bocas com faixas apertadas de tecido firmemente atadas sobre suas bocas – e quem poderia culpá-las?? Ora, o Coronel pode, claro! Afinal, foi na mansão dele mesmo que essas vadias sexys invadiram no meio da noite! Mas elas não contavam com seu servo mais leal, Point-Dexter. E agora, vão pagar pelo erro…

Pegando ambas as ladras intrometidas (objetivo: roubar os Tesouros Peruanos do velho) completamente de surpresa com tremendas mordaças aplicadas à mão, não demora muito para que as duas pretensas incendiárias estejam COMPLETAMENTE dominadas! O Coronel FICARÁ satisfeito com seu obediente serviçal, tendo capturado rápido as duas invasoras! Sem dúvida haverá uma boa recompensa pela captura delas e certamente o Coronel exigirá explicações. O Coronel tem… maneiras… de extrair informações de garotas travessas assim!

As donzelas se encaram com olhares arregalados e preocupados enquanto lutam contra suas mordaças apertadas. Estão revoltadas por terem sido sumariamente capturadas e resmungam “mmmmppphhhh” indignadas para ilustrar isso! Apalpando seus volumosos seios nus, Point-Dexter mal consegue acreditar como essas intrusas-peladonas são excitantes enquanto ele aproveita as prisioneiras amarradas, tirando vantagem conforme elas se contorcem, todas enlaçadas! Grunhindo e forcejando, quando deixadas sozinhas, até tentam afrouxar suas firmes amarras!!

Lutando freneticamente no quarto, as senhoras nuas amarradas, incrivelmente atraentes, certamente foram muito bem imobilizadas! Remexendo aquelas xoxotinhas apertadas, nossas beldades balbuciam, vasculhando o quarto como quem procura objetos pontiagudos. Não veem nenhum de imediato e a frustração é evidente. De jeito ALGUM vão tolerar isso – ou será que simplesmente não têm escolha?

Amarradinhas direitinho, depois nas cadeiras, enquanto esse cretino tenta cochilar, essas sirigaitas inquietas não vão a lugar nenhum rapidinho. O que ELAS FAZEM é espernear loucamente e murmurar amordaçadas. O que esse sujeito terá tramado para elas – além de fotográ-las insolentemente para o Coronel?? Depois, após MUITA luta ardente e tagarelice amordaçada de nossas reféns felinas, bufando furiosas contra a mordaça, bocas recheadas e firmemente vedadas!

Amordaçamentos extremamente sensuais e toneladas de ação escaldante presas à cadeira! Essas gracinhas determinadas continuam lutando vigorosamente, seus lindos pés descalços, todos amarrados debaixo dos traseiros, em exposição ostensiva. E seus adoráveis tetês projetando-se para cá e para lá a cada contorção apaixonada, as moças sacodem tudo como loucas, amarradas como animais e indefesas. Duas vulpinas fogosas gargarejando e espumando pela mordaça, trancafiadas longe da vista e da mente. Mas não da nossa… Agora, cativas, requebrem-se para nós enquanto aquele vil Coronel cruza a noite, e ele provavelmente não será o único a VIR atrás de vocês!

Todas as produções (vídeo e imagens) e cenários associados aqui representados são estritamente de natureza teatral e narrativa, apresentando participantes plenamente consentidos maiores de 18 anos, com sinais de segurança estabelecidos (claramente definidos em cada cena fantasia) entre modelo(s) e equipe em uso contínuo durante toda a produção. Portanto, trata-se de cenários de fantasia aventureira puramente irreverentes, sem exceção inteiramente consensuais, contextualizados e respaldados por autorização de imagem para este fim***

Os dentes da linda cativa reluzem enquanto ela mastiga aquela mordaça de náilon apertada e encharcada de saliva que lhe separa os lábios!

“GGGHHHHGGGHH!!”

“Shhhh – quietinha, Beleza…”

As nossas pirralhas mimadas – malditas GATINHAS, e elas bem o sabem – estão muito firmemente presas em cadeiras na sala do Coronel à espera da sua chegada ‘urgente’, e olha, não parecem nada felizes por fazer isto enquanto estão todas amarradas e chupando trapos enfiados nas suas bocas com tiras apertadas de tecido fortemente atadas sobre as suas bocas – e quem pode censurá-las?? Ora, O Coronel pode, claro! Afinal, é precisamente na sua mansão que estas cadelas sensuais se meteram no meio da noite! Mas elas não contavam com o seu mais fiel capanga, Point-Dexter. E agora, elas vão pagar pelo seu erro…

Apanhando ambas as ladras bisbilhoteiras (objetivo: roubar os Tesouros Peruanos do velho) completamente de surpresa com formidáveis tapamentos de mão nas bocas, não demora muito até ambas as potenciais incendiárias estarem FIRMEMENTE sob controlo! O Coronel FICARÁ satisfeito com o seu obediente capanga, tendo capturado as duas intrusas, rapidamente! Haverá sem dúvida uma bela recompensa pela sua captura e, sem dúvida, O Coronel insistirá que elas se expliquem. O Coronel tem… métodos… de extrair informações de meninas levadas como estas!

As senhoras leem-se mutuamente com olhos arregalados e preocupados enquanto lutam contra as suas mordaças apertadas. Estão indignadas por terem sido tão sumariamente capturadas e resmungam mmmmppphhhh indignadamente para ilustrar isso! Apalpando-lhes os seus grossos peitos nus, Point-Dexter nem consegue acreditar quão excitantes estas intrusas-em-fato-de-pele são enquanto desfruta das cativas amarradas, aproveitando-se delas enquanto se contorcem, todas atadas! Elas grunhem e esforçam-se, e quando deixadas sozinhas, até tentam soltar as suas ligaduras seguras!!

Lutando urgentemente no quarto, as senhoras nuas demasiado sensuais e amarradas tiveram certamente uma boa imobilização! Remexendo-se à volta das suas conas apertadas, as nossas belezas murmuram, examinando o quarto como que à procura de objetos cortantes. Não veem nenhum de imediato e as frustrações são evidentes. De MANEIRA NENHUMA vão permitir isto – ou simplesmente não têm escolha?

Bem empacotadas, agora em cadeiras, enquanto este cretino tenta dormitar, estas bimbo saltitonas não vão a lado nenhum depressa. O que ELAS ESTÃO a fazer é debater-se loucamente e amordaçadas. Que terá esta personagem planeado para elas – além de fotografá-las descaradamente para O Coronel?? Mais tarde, e depois de MUITA luta sensual e conversa amordaçada das nossas reféns gatunas, fumegando raivosamente através das mordaças, bocas cheias e atadas firmemente!

Mordaças profundamente sensuais e toneladas de ação ardente, presas a cadeiras! Estas sérias gracinhas continuam a lutar vigorosamente, os seus bonitos pés descalços, todos amarrados debaixo dos traseiros, orgulhosamente expostos. e as suas adoráveis tetas projetam-se num sentido e noutro a cada contorção apaixonada, as senhoras batem umas nas outras loucamente, amarradas em posição de porco e indefesas. Duas víxenas combativas a gorgolejar e espumar pelas mordaças, trancafiadas fora de vista e fora da mente. Mas não da nossa… Agora, cativas, contorçam-se para nós enquanto aquele Coronel maligno avança pela noite dentro, e é provável que ele não seja o único a VIR-SE para vocês!

Todas as produções (vídeo e imagens) e cenários associados retratados são estritamente de natureza role play e narrativa e apresentam participantes plenamente consentâneos maiores de 18 anos, sendo utilizados sinais seguros estabelecidos (claramente definidos dentro de cada cena de fantasia) entre modelo(s) e equipa ao longo de toda a produção. Assim, estes são cenários de fantasia aventuresca puros, irónicos, sem exceção totalmente consensuais, contextualizados e apoiados por autorização de modelo neste sentido***

O QUE é isso? Duas garotas firmemente amarradas com mordaças na boca pulando loucamente pela loja de surf! Parece que elas estão precisando muito de ajuda. Mastigando as bandanas apertadas entre seus dentes brilhantes, peitos grandes SALTANDO sob os suéteres fofos, alguém obviamente as amarrou assim por um bom motivo. Vamos investigar!

Antes mesmo de saberem o que está acontecendo, o bandido já as levou dali – amarradas de pés e mãos, e com mordaças tão apertadas que quase cruzam os olhos entre os dentes, certamente foram bem cuidadas… Mas o que aconteceu?

Os negócios estavam fracos na Loja de Surf do Mac – deve ser por causa desse tempo todo, e as duas belas funcionárias passam o tempo arrumando expositores de toalhas de praia quando, de repente, recebem a visita de um homem realmente estranho. Ele parece meio perturbado com a presença delas, para falar a verdade, e dá uma desculpa esfarrapada antes de ir embora. Esquisito, mas há muitos esquisitões por aí, não é? Bem, pelo visto, eles também estão AQUI DENTRO, com vocês, Garotas!

Mais tarde, ambas são atraídas por uma conversa abafada vinda do escritório do gerente – Paul. Não era Paul, e parecia aquele cara que apareceu antes. As garotas escutam atrás da porta, mas se entregam e adivinhem só? O amigo do Paul aqui ouve ELAS! Acontece que ele está ali para ‘incendiar’ o lugar direitinho e ele e o Paul vão receber o seguro. Ele tentou assustar essas gostosas para irem embora, mas obviamente não funcionou… Plano B então, Gatinhas?

Mais tarde, depois de dominar as garotas que esperneavam e se contorciam, ele as enfia num canto nos fundos da loja; suas bocas amordaçadas firmemente com grossas bandanas, pulsos e tornozelos amarrados seguramente com corda. Isso deve contê-las até ele decidir seu próximo passo. Será que ele incendeia o lugar, como incentiva seu parceiro malvado e DONO da loja, ou será que simplesmente deixa essas duas gostosas expostas e humilhadas ao sair pela porta? Ah, ficamos imaginando…

Com as garotas todas amarradas numa sala dos fundos, sozinhas, as gracinhas amordaçadas e imobilizadas lutam…  elas se retorceram, rolaram, ora, até tentaram alertar alguém que pudesse estar – ou, mais provavelmente não estar – por perto sobre sua provação! Contorcendo-se dentro dos shorts apertados e sapatilhas, peitos balançando, as cativas estão ainda mais fortemente amarradas, trocando olhares sem resultado algum.

E agora, depois de pegá-las tentando pular para a liberdade (que cena!!), o vilão amarra em posição forcada as fugitivas propensas a se contorcer, e, enquanto nossa dupla preocupada luta, ele alivia um pouco o stress apalpando ambas enquanto elas se debatem furiosamente sob seu toque lascivo em seus corpos logo expostos.

As gatas se contorcem majestosamente, murmurando ao redor das mordaças apertadas, incapazes de deslocar as bandanas e certamente incapazes de se soltar dessas cordas. Mordidas profundamente sexy no meio dos peitos e ação de luta! As fofinhas sérias continuam a se retorcer vigorosamente, suas meias bonitas orgulhosamente à mostra, batendo-se como loucas, amarradas em posição forçada e indefesas. Dois bisbilhoteiras ariscas encurraladas, grunhindo e fazendo força, dentes À MOSTRA, contra suas mordaças apertadíssimas, trancafiadas longe da vista e fora da mente.

Hum, isto é, até que finalmente a loja recebe algum movimento – bom, tipo isso, na forma de uma visita MUITO envergonhada que parece confundir as vigilantes amarradas, amordaçadas e semi-despida como participantes de uma tardezinha fofa e altamente fetichista sozinhas!!

As Garotas: “GGGHHHGGGGHHH!!”

***Todas as produções (vídeo e imagens) e cenários associados de bondage representados são estritamente de natureza role play e conduzidos pela história, apresentando participantes plenamente consentindo maiores de 18 anos e sinais de segurança estabelecidos (claramente definidos dentro de cada cena fantasiosa) entre modelo(s) e equipe estão em uso contínuo durante toda a produção. Portanto, estas são puras cenários de fantasia aventuresca tongue-in-cheek, sem exceção totalmente consensuais, contextuais e respaldadas por autorização de modelo nesse sentido.***