Ted Michaels Damsels

In a basement near you, Ultragirl trembles through another intense climax that leaves her moaning and shuddering while trapped in ultra-strict bondage. With her mouth brutally stuffed, her chest cinched until her tits bulge, and the relentless buzz of the magic wand on her pussy, she hangs in a suspended hogtie against a cold steel pole. She screams into her gag as the orgasm breaks over her helpless body, her humiliation echoing in the dark as she gives in to him again.

Her previous ordeal proved that tight restraint drained her power, but he is now convinced it’s the shame of being displayed, used, reduced to his submissive slut that weakens her most. Helpless to stop him, the bound and gagged heroine can only drool over her own exposed skin as he handles her like property, binding her deeper into submission to be used as his orgasm toy once more.

She groans in dismay at each tug of rope and twine that tightens around her, her hardened nipples shamefully obvious as he brushes past them with deliberate ownership. Secured to the pole, she feels her elbows wrenched closer before tape seals them in place. Drool slips freely when he removes the gag, only for her attempt to speak to be cut off as he shoves a thick sponge into her mouth and tapes it savagely tight. She whimpers when he lifts her ankles from the floor, hoisting her into a hanging hogtie that leaves her utterly at his mercy.

When the vibrating wand appears, she realizes he never intended to study her powers at all, only to strip them away until she belongs to him completely. She can’t move, she can’t bargain. She can only groan out helpless sounds as the device is pressed to her clit. Tremors ripple through her thighs, sweat beads along her brow, and she shakes in shame as her body betrays her one more time. She cums for him, and she cums hard.

He returns with focused determination, pressing the vibrator harder, crushing her clit and sending the vibrations to her g-spot to pull another orgasm from her. And then, satisfied but not finished, he decides she should face one final trial as an ultimate test of how much humiliation his captive heroine can endure for him.

Bound tightly to the chair by biting ropes, she surrenders completely to the vibrations working her pussy. Her mound ripples as both her clit and g-spot are stimulated, bringing her closer to the edge of orgasm as she groans breathily into the air. With her elbows crushed together behind her back and her hands taped, she cannot free herself. With her ankles raised up, she cannot move. And with her mouth packed with a massive sponge, she can only moan as she thrashes against her unyielding strict bondage.

He established his control over her quickly, bringing her in ring gagged and wrists bound. She rubbed her ass against his cock when instructed, and worked him over his pants each time he was behind her. She moaned when he fingered her pussy. She groaned in anticipation when he knelt down to lick her pussy. With her own panties stuffed into her mouth, she could only watch with wide eyes as he bound her elbows, her wrists, and finally her ankles until she was helpless in the chair, humiliated with her legs spread to bare her waiting pussy. With the magic wand in place, she shrieks as it whirs to life, pummeling her pussy with vibration.

She can only endure as her most private place is worked, moaning and then groaning, until she has her first orgasm. He returns to strap her to the stairway by her head stalk, pressing the head of the vibrator even closer to her pussy until she cums for him again. She took him into her mouth with the same intensity as her orgasms, sucking until he groaned and spilled his release against her tongue. She swallows without hesitation, the prefect submissive ending to the charged and intimate ritual they created together and would recreate time and again with him as her dominant and her as his willing submissive slut.

Both of them wanted this. They bounced and swayed, jiggling their tits in anticipation. They requested a mummification and even mentioned using wands, and he delivered on their wishes. He wrapped them first in shrink wrap and then tight bands of tape before stuffing their sponges into their mouths. He groped their tits and spanked their asses as he went, the sound of flesh and shrink wrap and then tape echoing through the air. Finally, he jammed the vibrating wands between their legs and against their clits to leave them to enjoy their predicament.

Several minutes into their full mummification, both girls are moaning breathily, their hips rising and falling as they clit hump the vibrating heads of the wands until they are both groaning and ready for climax. They wanted to be crushed in tape. They wanted to be gagged. They wanted to cum, and now they'd both have all three. Both of them build, their moans growing louder, until Portia is the first to reach orgasm, her face contorting in the agonizing ecstacy of release as she groans loudly into the sponge in her mouth. Lil Mizz quickly follows, biting hard into her gag as she pops for the wand and cums herself.

He returns to his flushed and moaning cocooned captives, easily lifting them up to prop them against the stairway. Now blindfolded, they are left once again to the ministrations of the mound-mauling wand as it relentlessly works their clits. As before, their moans build, but this time Portia and Lil Mizz cum at almost the same time. They groan into the sponges packing their mouths, tilting their heads back, and submit to him with their pleasureful release.

They wanted this, and they got it. Now both women could cum in captivity for as long as he wanted to hear them groan!

Izzabella saw the innocent-looking house as a chance to use a phone after her car broke down nearby, but the occupant had ideas other than assisting her. Now taped tightly with a bitgag between her teeth, the redhead grunts in strict bondage with no escape. She twists and turns, kicking off her shoes to wriggle her toes and crunch her soles. But when she stands up to hop away, she is discovered and put in even more strenuous restraint.

She feels his fingers in her mouth as he stuffs the panties deeply in place, looking at him with wide eyes as he wraps her face in tape to keep the puss protectors in place. He then hogties her with her bare feet on display before rolling her onto her side and stuffing her pussy with a vibrating egg.

She struggles in vain, rolling about as the vibrations inside of her bring her closer to the edge. When he returns, a stocking is pulled over her head and used to tie her head sharply back. Then a magic wand is jammed between her legs. She wriggles in her bonds once again, but the wand on her clit soon brings her to orgasm.

He isn't done with her and soon returns to help her cum once more before taking pictures of her and leaving her to her agony of inescapable bondage and a night to be filled with one orgasm after the other. She came to use his phone. Now she'd spend the weekend with him cumming as much as he wanted.

Stiletto moaned pitifully through the huge sponge taped deep into her mouth, her naked and bound body swaying upside down as the ropes bit into her trembling ankles. A total of twelve relentless inches filled her pussy and ass, prying her open, leaving her stretched, shuddering, and stuffed by fake dick. The once-proud heroine groaned in shame and pain, her confidence shattered by the cruel precision of Mr. Michaels’ strict bondage. She had sworn she would defeat him, but now she hung exposed, conquered, and writhing as a broken plaything enduring his unyielding mastery of her freedom and her tested holes.

After her earlier suspension, she thought the torment had ended when he lowered her onto the filthy table. But the ordeal was only beginning anew. The sharp scent of lube filled the air before his fingers parted her pussy and slid inside. He worked them back and forth as she moaned before pressing the first dildo between her lips and sliding it deep inside. Then came the cold, slick head of the second against her trembling asshole, twisting and pressing until her anus opened, and she groaned as the shaft slid fully inside of her. Stuffed and moaning, she was hoisted back into the air, his to control. It was almost more than she could endure, and yet, it was far more than she would experience.

Lowered again, he cut the rope holding the dildos in place. They slid out of her making her holes ready to be filled again, this time by vibrating eggs. He seated the first in her vagina, his finger going fully inside. He did her ass next. Thicker than the dildo, she groaned loudly as the egg and his finger found their way fully inside of her most private hole. He'd probed her mouth and her pussy, and this made her humiliation complete. She was hoisted again, the controls for the vibrators swaying in the air as she herself did, as he played with his toy some more.

Once more, she was lower, and with the toys removed, she was hoisted again to purely suffer. The strict restraint had taken its toll. She was defeated. Broken. Unable to escape and powerless to resist. Again lowered to the table, her holes available, he slid a massive vibrating dildo inside of her with a magic wand attached. With nine inches of vibration in her pussy and the head of the wand on her clit, she groaned in agony until he pulled the orgasm from her quivering hole.

Her defeat complete, he wrapped her face with gauze, gave her a proper mask for a heroine, and packed her into a suitcase for safe-keeping. Hoisted into the air again, there was no escape. Stiletto had fared no better against Mr. Michaels than any woman before, and her hubris was now her humiliation. She was his, and he would play with her without remorse.

Stiletto finds herself in even more agonizing jeopardy as Ted pulls out of the driveway with the bound, gagged, and humiliated heroine secured in the backseat in strict bondage. With her tits tightly taped, her mouth stuffed with huge panties, and rope crushing her elbows and spreading her wide, she can do little but stare at him with wide eyes through the opening of her Sweet Gwen hood.

She looks side to side, peering out the windows for help that will never come. She is his. Stuffed in both her pussy and ass with vibrating eggs and suffering the added vibration of a magic wand pressed hard against her clit. She can do nothing but endure her punishing restraint and humiliation of having her holes worked slowly and surely towards climax.

As the miles pass, her moans get louder until she is groaning. Her labia shiver as she is pushed closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes dart back and forth. She bites hard into the wadding muting her cries until she finally throws her head back with the telltale groan that tells him she has cum for him once again.

Later, at her new home, she is groped, licked, kissed, and has her nipples sucked as he binds her into complete helplessness. He ties her tits, fingers her, crushes her elbows together, and then stuffs a sponge into her mouth. Moaning into the wad in wide-eyed disbelief, her chest is tied to her thighs and the sound of the hoist fills the garage. He hooks her feet to the hoist, and she is slowly and painfully dragged into the air.

Now swaying, suspended by her ankles, she can do nothing but groan in agony. Back and forth she swings, the ropes biting into her naked skin, as she moans pitifully in her defeat. The self-proclaimed escape artist is again completely at his mercy. Her holes exposed and ready to be used, her body contorted in strict restraint, her face packed, and dangling at his mercy.

What will happen next? The tubs of toys below her tell tale, and she can only groan and wait for it with wide eyes and ready holes.

Arched to the breaking point, Stiletto strains against the ropes that bend her into an agonizing arch. Each shallow breath is accompanied by a groan, shivering through her heaving chest as thin cords press into her strained skin, tracing her body in taut and unyielding bondage. With her mouth packed with her own bottoms and her tits tightly taped, the soft hum of vibrating eggs stuffed deeply into her pussy and ass joins her moans in a chorus of stimulating and suffering. With the press of a button, the magic wand against her mound begins to work her clit, and she groans even louder as the suckers on her tested nipples jiggle with her trembling frame.

Led downstairs earlier, she was stripped of motion and will first by being used and then by being bound beyond the ability to move. Every touch was deliberate, a slow tightening of control that told her that she was his. He grabbed her ass and spanked her. He bent her over and dry humped her. To bared her breasts and sucked on her nipples as she drooled past the bitgag in a mouth that would soon be stuffed full. He even fingered her as she looked at him with disbelief.

Now with her tits tightly taped, her elbows crushed behind her back, and her pussy and ass stuffed with vibrators, she was pulled into a demanding arc, her body quivering with the effort to hold a position she could not escape. He licked her nipples and applied suction devices, turned on the magic wand and left her to cum. The pressure builds, her moans increase, and she eventually reaches climax.

He returns, not to free her, but to remove the suction devices and replace them with vibrating clamps on her now over-sensitized nipples. She groans loudly, but the stimulation on top of discomfort only joins the same indignity pulsing through her holes. Every tremor, every gasp becomes part of a rhythm balancing suffering and stimulation in a conversation spoken only through moans, and, finally, the loud groan of her second orgasm.

Broken, she could only look at him with wide eyes as he presented her last test. He'd give her one last chance to escape and only a minute to do so. Of course, there was no chance of her freeing herself, but the fun, at least for him, is in the trying!

Spread wide and stuffed with vibrating eggs in both her pussy and ass, the newest heroine on the block writhes in her agonizing and humiliating defeat. Her moans are muffled by a soaked pair of panties taped tight into her mouth, while a relentless magic wand massages into her engorged clit as she groans in overstimulated agony.

For someone who calls herself an escape artist, Stiletto has become a bound and gagged plaything far too easily. With her arms brutally crushed behind her back, tits tied and throbbing, and her holes mercilessly worked, there's no recourse other than enduring the steady build of unbearable pleasure. And when the orgasm finally takes her, shattering and humiliating, she knows she's been completely and utterly broken.

She started off cocky, bold in her promise to the mayor that Mr. Michaels would face justice. But after slipping into his lair, the hunt quietly turns against her, unaware that she's the prey being watched, tracked, and lured deeper into his trap. Now restrained, her asshole and pussy are penetrated by vibrating eggs pushed deep into her holes.

He binds her elbows behind her, tightly tapes her tits until they’re swollen and aching, and then descends on her bare, vulnerable nipples, sucking hard as she looks on in shock and dismay.

Now the real fun begins.

She snarls defiance, vowing she’ll escape, that he’ll regret ever laying a rope on her. But her threats are quickly silenced as he stuffs a thick wad of panties deep into her mouth and seals them in place with layers of tight tape, muffling her fury to little more than helpless, humiliated whimpers.

Then her lesson starts.

Her clit is worked with a relentless pen vibrator, teasing and punishing with precision. But it’s only the beginning. A magic wand is tied tight against her mound, pulsing deep and hard as her hips to twitch and buck with every merciless throb. Her body is fully used, both holes filled and stretched, her nerves set on fire from the inside out.

She moans. She writhes. She grinds helplessly against the vibrations. But the ropes are unyielding. Every struggle only increases her agony further, accentuating her submission.

And then the truth sinks in.

There is no escape. No heroic reversal. No victory.

The only release she’ll find is the one he gives her when her traitorous body convulses, clenching around the toys as she cums hard and broken for the very man she swore to take down.

She writhed on the filthy studio floor, her body wrapped in tight in layers of pristine white gauze, her head mummified save for the wide, pleading eyes glaring through the black wrap. A huge ballgag strained her jaw, saliva leaking past the corners of her mouth and into the gauze as her body convulsed once again. The relentless hum of the magic wand pressed to her clit drove her into yet another agonizing orgasm.

The plan had seemed brilliant. Her husband constantly begged her to model for his bondage site, and she only wanted a divorce. She’d take it all, the business, the assets, everything. All she needed was proof he’d tied her up and left her to suffer. So she’d hired someone to help, but he had other ideas.

He’d promised to bind her realistically. He needed to test her limits, he said. So he crushed her in merciless tape, squeezing her elbows into a tight sleeve and welding her legs. She had groaned at him through a wad of huge panties shoved into her mouth, eyes questioning his need for such severity. She struggled as best she could, but it hurt. She needed release before he could take any of the pictures she needed.

She admonished him, and, thinking she was still in control, chatted away as he wrapped her tightly in white gauze. After encasing her fully, she started to become concerned at the tightness. But the moment the ballgag popped between her lips and the gauze began sealing her head, she knew she'd been played. His whisper in her ear confirmed it, "Your husband knows everything. He wanted you to learn the hard way."

Now, humiliated and used, she moaned uncontrollably as the vibrator claimed her again and again. Her orgasm shook her body in full view of her captor. Part of her craved release, but she still loved it. Her pleasure betrayed her. Three times she came, shuddering, twitching, helpless, and by the end, her eyes no longer glared. They begged.

Folded harshly onto her side, her chest and neck tied down to her ankles, Lil Mizz strained against the ropes biting into her skin. The dual vibrators stuffed deep in her pussy and ass hummed mercilessly, vibrating against her walls in a delicious torment. She writhed helplessly, aching with need, kept teetering on the maddening edge of climax, and edge she was unable to fall over. Her moans were muffled by the thick bitgag strapped tight between her teeth, her lips stretched around it as her moaning drained from the corners of her mouth. She was used to discomfort. She wasn’t used to being denied.

He started slowly. One hand gripped her tit, kneading it roughly, while the other slid between her legs to find her soaked and pulsing. She whimpered as his fingers teased her, sliding inside and stroking upward, pressing just right while she gyrated against his hand. Her muffled groans deepened. Then came the next layer of restraint. He framed her breasts, cinched tightly in twine until they bulged and throbbed. Finally, he contorted her into a brutal tie, cinching a rope from the back of her neck down to her ankles, folding her in exquisite helplessness.

Now immobile, her whimpers turned to desperate cries as he filled her again. First a butt plug in her ass, then a vibrator in her pussy. Her body rejected them almost immediately, squeezing and shuddering them out. Without pause, he shoved in bigger toys, a vibrating egg in her ass, and a second larger egg into her pussy. She groaned as the stronger vibration overtook her. Her moans rose in pitch, her hips rocking as far as the ropes would allow. Her tits jutted out from the bondage, marked and swollen. Her body trembled, climbing toward climax, but never allowed to reach it as the discomfort held her back. Agonizing minutes passes as she groaned into the gag, her moans leaking from the bit between her teeth.

Then he returned. Without a word, he pressed the magic wand to her and against her vulnerable clit. He groans were instant, the added vibration pushing her past that edge that she had balances so cruelly on. She came for him, shaking in her bonds, reduced to a moaning and grateful orgasm toy.

She stands poised in her red boots, nude and offered to him. Her chest rises and falls, already slick with the gleam of drool threading down from the ballgag strapped firmly between her lips. Her torso is soaked in saliva. Her silence is soaked in the need to be used.

His hands claim her breasts, possible and deliberate, before trailing lower to slid a finger between her folds. She groans, soft and stifled, as he beings to fuck her with it deeply. But this is only the prelude. Her climax, like her surrender is not given yet. It served, delayed, only earned through her submission and upcoming agony.

With a knowing hand, he coats the smooth surface of a vibrating egg in her own dick lube, then presses it deep into her. If vanishes inside her head, soon buzzing with promise, before he slides his fingers wet with pussy juices back into the cold air outside. From above, her unrestrained spit continues its descent, sliding past her sternum, coiling along her belly, until a glistening strand stretches from her pussy lips to dangle briefly and then finally fall.

Her pussy was already his, first taken by his fingers and now filled with a humming and humiliating toy buried deep inside of her. But it was not enough to claim her pleasure. Now, he would claim her freedom.

The stretch wrap came quickly, a glossy second skin that hugged her curves and whispered of restraint through encasement. But the tape, white and clinging, was slower. More deliberate. He wound it around her like a spell, binding her into stillness. Every squeak of the adhesive sang over control, each layer compressing her deeper into a chorus of helpless submission.

With her ballgag finally removed, she gasped and then begged for more. The sound of her submission thrilled him. The pained look on her face spurred him to help her completely submit.

He answered not with mercy, but with a new silence. She gazed wide-eyed at the huge pair of panties, and he wrenched them into her mouth as she moaned in helpless anticipation. He sealed them in with clear tape, tight and unyielding, watching her wide eyes flutter with need and surrender.

Then came the gauze, a cocoon around her head that was soft and smothering, sculpting a squeezing hood around her features like Sweet Gwen was reborn in this restraint. She stared at him now, wrapped, sealed, pulsing with need. Her trepidation was sweet, but beneath it, obedience shimmered like her drool had before.

She knew that only by enduring this beautiful and brutal prison could she be rewarded. Only he could grant her the orgasm her body already ached for.

Now fully sealed and utterly helpless, she could do little more than squirm, barely, within the tight embrace of her mummification. Each shallow movement was a useless whisper of a struggle, her body trembling beneath the layers that held her captive.

Her jaw throbbed, stretched painfully wide around the soaked panties stuffed deep into her mouth. Every muted moan vibrated through her gag as she tried, over and over, to reach orgasmic release only to be denied again and again. Her hips strained, her Kegel muscles clenched, her breath hitched, but her orgasm remained just out of reach.

The teasing had started with his fingers, slow and deliberate, coaxing her open. Now, the vibrating egg buried deep inside of her kept her aching, desperate. Pleasure and frustration twisted together until the edges blurred, her need became testing all its own.

She could take no more.

With her voice muffled and eyes pleading, she begged him with stifled words and the raw, desperate sounds of submission for sexual release. At last, deeming her worthy of the reward, he pressed the head of the magic wand firmly against her clit.

The effect was almost immediate. She moaned while looking into his eyes and with a nod was given permission. Her body convulsed beneath its prison of plastic and tape, thrashing in helpless ecstasy as the orgasm overtook her, shattering, full-bodied, impossible to contain. Her moans rose in pitch, gagged and desperate, as he continued to vibrate her while overstimulated. Finally, he released her from her vibratory torment, and her thrashing faded into trembling gratitude.

And then she thanked him because she was his toy, and he had used her well. She earned her climax through obedience, and in return, was given the privilege to cum for him.

Naked, bound, and trembling as a vibrator pulsed relentlessly between her soaked pussy lips, pressed to her clit, this wasn’t the date she’d imagined. Gagged and helpless, shuddering through an agonizing orgasm on his cold living room floor, she realized she wasn’t being romanced. She was claimed. She shouldn’t have looked through his phone. Images of women bound in unforgiving rope, faces flushed with humiliation and contorted by orgasm, held her captive. Then she noticed the background. Some photos were taken in the very room where she now sat. He wasn’t admiring bondage pictures. He was the one tying them, and she was next.

She writhed on the floor, elbows pinned behind her, legs trapped beneath layers of biting tape. Moaning through the white tape, she sucked on the sodden panties in her mouth. Kicking off sneakers and socks, her bare feet flexed and toes splayed, but her struggles were useless. When he returned, he silenced her further, ripping away the tape and stuffing two huge panties deep, crushing them with more layers of tape. Black tape coiled around her breasts, distorting them harshly. Escape was impossible; all that remained was the agony of resistance and the harsh reality that she was now entirely at his mercy.

Now, nearly naked, she stared at him with pleading eyes above the massive ballgag strapped firmly in her mouth. The dildo beneath her gleamed with lube as she slowly sank onto it, fully impaling herself. A sharp groan escaped her as he switched it on. It gyrated and vibrated within her, yet he wasn’t finished. Rough rope and tight tape were added, securing her completely to the chair. Her legs were elegantly crossed while her cunt was filled with the toy. More tape pressed against her gagged face, leaving her to writhe and cum while bound, humiliated, and utterly at his mercy.

Her pussy still glistening from her orgasmic impalement, she now lay nude and exposed on the floor. He had crushed her elbows together, bound her breasts tightly with twine, and gagged her with panties. Now he folded her into a helpless ball, chest to knees, ankles pulled toward her ass. A magic wand pressed against her still-throbbing pussy, leaving her to cum. Her humiliation wasn’t enough. He returned, yanking her hair sharply back and taping her face before taking pictures of her for his collection. He let her cum some more before turning out the lights. It was late. Their date could continue in the morning, and her bed for the night would be his cold floor.

He taped Portia's tits tightly as she groaned in agony, wrapping them over and over again until a wide band at each base made them aching and discolored. Her nipples were hard and erect, and he licked and sucked both as she looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. Soon she whimpered in her strappado, her taped wrists raised into the air in a strict bondage that kept her high on her toes. He slid the dildo past her exposed asshole and into her rectum, working it back and forth as she groaned again, lubing her up for the butt plug that followed. Now bent over with her pussy and rectum filled and vibrated, she could only endure as her double stuffing guided her towards orgasm.

She only wanted to return his luggage which she'd mistakenly picked up at the airport, but her curiosity led her to look inside. Finding bondage items and sex toys, she tried to leave, but a hand over her mouth muffled her cries into silence as she was dragged bag into the room. Portia sat helplessly on the floor, her arms crushed tightly behind her with her elbows touching, her strained shoulders rolled back by the pressure of the tape. A bitgag was strapped firmly into her mouth, causing drool to spill past her lips and drip down her chin. Her bare toes splayed as she wiggled her bared toes, and she struggled across the floor. She began to hop unsteadily toward the door, the tape creaking with each motion, but when she reached it, her bound hands and limited mobility made the doorknob impossible to work. Defeated, she returned to the floor, still drooling, hoping her captor would not discover her attempt to escape./p>

Once bent over with her holes filled, there would be no leaving. She could only struggle on her toes as the vibrations in both moan holes led her closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned into her own panties, torn from her hips by strong hands, stuffed and taped deeply into her mouth. Her hips gyrated as she struggled, increasing the sensation. Her breathing grew faster, her moans grew louder, and eventually she came while bound, gagged and helpless in his living room.

Having cum, she was allowed some privacy. Her wrists and elbows tied behind her back and sitting on her porcelain throne, she realized there might be something in one of the drawers or the medicine cabinet that she could use to free herself. To her elation, she finds scissors, but time is short. He is already at the door. Will she find release, or will she be discovered only to be put through even more testing bondage?

He taped Portia's tits tightly as she groaned in agony, wrapping them over and over again until a wide band at each base made them aching and discolored. Her nipples were hard and erect, and he licked and sucked both as she looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. Soon she whimpered in her strappado, her taped wrists raised into the air in a strict bondage that kept her high on her toes. He slid the dildo past her exposed asshole and into her rectum, working it back and forth as she groaned again, lubing her up for the butt plug that followed. Now bent over with her pussy and rectum filled and vibrated, she could only endure as her double stuffing guided her towards orgasm.

She only wanted to return his luggage which she'd mistakenly picked up at the airport, but her curiosity led her to look inside. Finding bondage items and sex toys, she tried to leave, but a hand over her mouth muffled her cries into silence as she was dragged bag into the room. Portia sat helplessly on the floor, her arms crushed tightly behind her with her elbows touching, her strained shoulders rolled back by the pressure of the tape. A bitgag was strapped firmly into her mouth, causing drool to spill past her lips and drip down her chin. Her bare toes splayed as she wiggled her bared toes, and she struggled across the floor. She began to hop unsteadily toward the door, the tape creaking with each motion, but when she reached it, her bound hands and limited mobility made the doorknob impossible to work. Defeated, she returned to the floor, still drooling, hoping her captor would not discover her attempt to escape.

Once bent over with her holes filled, there would be no leaving. She could only struggle on her toes as the vibrations in both moan holes led her closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned into her own panties, torn from her hips by strong hands, stuffed and taped deeply into her mouth. Her hips gyrated as she struggled, increasing the sensation. Her breathing grew faster, her moans grew louder, and eventually she came while bound, gagged and helpless in his living room.

Having cum, she was allowed some privacy. Her wrists and elbows tied behind her back and sitting on her porcelain throne, she realized there might be something in one of the drawers or the medicine cabinet that she could use to free herself. To her elation, she finds scissors, but time is short. He is already at the door. Will she find release, or will she be discovered only to be put through even more testing bondage?

She writhed on the floor, her toes spreading and the bared arches of her feet crinkling as she twisted against the tight jute ropes cutting into her elbows, wrists and legs. Taped muffled her cries, and the egg stuffed deeply in her pussy vibrated her towards orgasm. She crawled to the couch, sitting and then eventually standing on her toes in hopes of finding escape.

But he had other plans. At his command she slid herself down onto the glistening phallus, looking at him with wide eyes and the rotating and vibrating dildo slowly filled her pussy. He bound her tightly with rope, even wrapping her bared feet and tying them to the chair. Now gagged with a ballgag and with microfoam wrapped over it, she suffered the dual vibration of the dildo inside of her and a magic wand tied against her clit. She wriggled helplessly in her bonds, but the rope didn't budge. The sound of her breathy moans mixed with the creaking of the chair until she threw back her head to cum.

Finally, she found herself on her belly and completely nude, being bound into a cruel hogtie, leaving no room for hope. The vibrating egg already in her pussy worked her slowly. Ankles pulled tightly to her elbows, she could only groan as he tied her toes to her elbows and her head sharply back by her hair to the same spot. He stuffed her mouth with a sponge, taping it tightly in place with microfoam used to also blindfold her. He places a magic wand underneath her, her own body weight pressing her clit onto the vibrating head, and leaves her. Escape was no longer a goal. Enduring was her only option, and so she agonized in her tight bondage as she came multiple times.

When he returns, it is not to free her but to turn out the lights. He'd be back, but she'd be spending the rest of the day helpless, agonized, and cumming!

After her embarrassing capture, the beauty in blue tries to show her mettle by requesting tight rope, but she ends up with her pussy filled and cumming in humiliating and strict bondage.

She is fondled and dry-humped, even rubbing her ass against his crotch before being fingered and then tightly bound into a testing lotus. Her face is stuffed with a huge pair of panties crushed into place with clear tape, and she is mounted onto a vibrating and oscillating dildo. Her eyes grow wide as the silicone shaft sinks deeply into place, but her wrists raised up into a strappado keeps her penetrated. With her neck now attached to her knees, she agonizes and cums before he returns to help her reach orgasm again with a magic wand.

She is then moved to her side on the floor where her arms are bent into a chicken wing and her neck is pulled even closer to her ankles. He fingers her again before working lube into her moan hole with a massive dildo. She'll need that greasing up for the dildo of the fucking machine that is slid into place and turned onto high. She squeals as it begins penetrating her slowly and then fast. Again, she is left to agonize in both her bondage and with her humiliating predicament. When he returns again, the magic wand is used with the dildo working her pussy until she groans loudly with another orgasm.

She never forgot the day he broke into the office, bound her, gagged her, stuffed her pussy, and left her to cum with a magic wand pressed against her clit. Now he was here again, but this time she wanted the bondage. She wanted it tight, humiliating and inescapable. He groped her, crushed her elbows together, and stuffed her wet pussy with an egg vibrator as she cooed in his ear. Then he packed her face with huge panties and taped them in place as her eyes widened.

She groaned as she pulled her into a tight and arched hogtie before leaving her to suffer and cum. She writhed in her agonizing bondage, loving the unyielding embrace of biting rope, as her moans grew more and more breathy. Finally, she came for the first of several times as she wriggled on the floor with the cord to the vibrator snaking out her. When he returned, it was with a magic wand. He pressed it hard against her clit, milking her for that one loud moan that let him know she had cum for him again with one last orgasm!

It was always the attractive officers that ended up going on special assignment, and Portia was going to find out what was really happening. Unfortunately, she was the hottest bitch at the precinct and breaking into her supervisor's home gave him the perfect opportunity to put her into deep uncover with tight bondage and humiliating orgasms. Brought out collared and in cuffs, she drooled through the ring gag in her mouth as he dry humped and fondled her. With her own panties stuffed into her mouth, he fingered her and worked her wet pussy with dildo. Eventually, she was left alone plugged with nine inches of vibrating silicone dick to struggle and groan before he worked her clit with a magic want to help her cum. Next, he crushed her arms and legs with tape while a g-spot and clit vibrator worked what was now his hole before gagging her tightly with panties and clear tape. He hoisted her up and hogtied her in an inverted suspension, dangling and moaning as the magic wand between her legs drove her to multiple orgasms.

She wanted answers, and she got them. Now she's agonize as his helpless bondage toy while cumming in strict bondage!

With a bit gag in her mouth and drool draining onto her naked chest, she felt his ropes crush her elbows. After packing her face with a sponge, he then pulled her knees and ankles apart and welded her into a helpless spread that made it easy to slide the vibrator into her pussy.

For long minutes she moaned as both her clit and g-spot were stimulated, sweat building on her skin, until she finally threw back her head and came for him. Their agreement was clear. If he helped her cum, she would become his submissive slut. Her orgasm marked her defeat, and his victory meant that the next time he had full access to her, including every one of her holes!

Legs spread wide, elbows together in a sleeve of tape and contorted in a strappado while split, she moaned into her gag of panties and tape through the encasement of microfoam, rubber tubing and tape as the magic wand hummed away against her now wet pussy. The only release she craved was her orgasm, and that would soon happen for this helpless and humbled captive in ultra-strict bondage.

She'd come there for the fabled skull of wishes, and now spent the day cumming for him. First, she found herself in an extremely arched hogtie, her face packed, and her pussy filled with a vibrating toy. Despite the strain she came before having her head encased in nylon. On her side she came again before he brought the wand to her womanhood and showed her that only the tightest restraint can bring the biggest orgasm.

Now in her contortion, she'd experience the same as her breathy moans increased in pace, and she ground herself against the head of the wand. Her only wish now was to cum for him. She wanted it. She needed it. She had to give that to him. And, with a huge groan, she eventually came for him once again. "There she is," he said, knowing that her destiny and his wish were finally cumming true.