Ted Michaels Damsels

Originally released in 2013 in WMV format we now offer an MP4 version!



Whitney wanted her husband to find her tied up and instead is to orgasm for hours while she sweats and sits in a pool of her own juices. The poor girl crashed her husband's car and thinks she can blame it on a car thief, fooling her husband when he finds her tightly bound and gagged with the car gone. It will look real, and the clever liar will avoid any blame. Ted walks in to find her wearing only a slip, panties and high heels and spouting sugary stories of needing his help. She plays the damsel in well, and the vixen soon gets her way as he ties her to the chair with her wrists behind her back, her ankles raised up off the ground and her thighs spread invitingly wide. The tempation proves too much for him, and he decides to test her helplessness by urging struggle with one hand gripping her hair and the other squeezing her avaialble breasts. She is not happy at all, calling him a perver, but it only results in his hand shifting to her crotch where he gropes her pantied pussy over and again. When she claims he took things too far and demands release he apologizes, claiming that for safety he needed to make sure that her struggling would not result in a fall. She relents, allowing him to tied her waste tightly to the chair and her wrists down. Again she begins groping her breasts, and her protests result in a firm hand-gagging and continued groping. He claims it is all for the cause, needing to make things look real, but she doesn't think much of his hands-on approach. She's even less happy when he puts dirty panties in front of her face. "They aren't clean, they're still wet!" she exclaims, only opening her mouth when he says it is a cleave to go between her teeth. Once open though she can't stop him from roughly shoving every bit into her mouth until it is fully packed. He starts wrapping stretched lengths of microfoam tape around her face. She winces as he goes over her ears, crushing her earrings into the side of her head, but he doesn't stop until a wide band of tight white covers her lower face clearly showing her lips underneath while holding the panties deeply in her mouth. He grabs a nipple, squeezing hard to a very muffled scream and prove she is now a true damsel in She glares at him when he says he knows how to make things even more realistic, but her eye roll turns to wide-eyed begging when he puts the hitachi against her unprotected groin and ties it in place. Already pained she shakes her reddened face as her elbows slide together, adding more and more rope to her crushed arms. She winces as he pinches her while adding a last cinch, his hollow apology bringing whimpers from the now very helpless Whitney. He plugs in the brute between her legs, turning it on high to a yelp from her like she just got hit with a He starts filming her 11-minute ordeal at that point, chronicling every delicious moment. Almost immediately her face is shiny and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and protests have shifted to rhythmic moans. She tries to pull away from the pulsating pole, but stays against her. She tries to push it way only to ride up tighter onto it. After a minute she is grunting, then moaning, then grunting in a chorus that builds to the first tremoring squeals of delight into her gag. With one orgasm out of the way she is sensitized, unable to prevent the every-repeating build until the next orgasm. Some are soft, accompanied by light moans and the leg and voice tremors that give her release away. Others are more vigorous, with a bigger build up to a more active flood of sensation. Finally, after 11 minutes she is fully sensitized and unable to prevent the release. She groans, moans and whimpers as her breathing picks up. She is panting through her nose, her face glistening, until finally she lets moans her way through a pleasurable, almost tortuous orgasm and the several after shocks of pleasure that continue to crash over her.

Originally released in 2013 in WMV format we now offer an MP4 version!



Whitney wanted her husband to find her tied up and instead is to orgasm for hours while she sweats and sits in a pool of her own juices. The poor girl crashed her husband's car and thinks she can blame it on a car thief, fooling her husband when he finds her tightly bound and gagged with the car gone. It will look real, and the clever liar will avoid any blame. Ted walks in to find her wearing only a slip, panties and high heels and spouting sugary stories of needing his help. She plays the damsel in well, and the vixen soon gets her way as he ties her to the chair with her wrists behind her back, her ankles raised up off the ground and her thighs spread invitingly wide. The tempation proves too much for him, and he decides to test her helplessness by urging struggle with one hand gripping her hair and the other squeezing her avaialble breasts. She is not happy at all, calling him a perver, but it only results in his hand shifting to her crotch where he gropes her pantied pussy over and again. When she claims he took things too far and demands release he apologizes, claiming that for safety he needed to make sure that her struggling would not result in a fall. She relents, allowing him to tied her waste tightly to the chair and her wrists down. Again she begins groping her breasts, and her protests result in a firm hand-gagging and continued groping. He claims it is all for the cause, needing to make things look real, but she doesn't think much of his hands-on approach. She's even less happy when he puts dirty panties in front of her face. "They aren't clean, they're still wet!" she exclaims, only opening her mouth when he says it is a cleave to go between her teeth. Once open though she can't stop him from roughly shoving every bit into her mouth until it is fully packed. He starts wrapping stretched lengths of microfoam tape around her face. She winces as he goes over her ears, crushing her earrings into the side of her head, but he doesn't stop until a wide band of tight white covers her lower face clearly showing her lips underneath while holding the panties deeply in her mouth. He grabs a nipple, squeezing hard to a very muffled scream and prove she is now a true damsel in She glares at him when he says he knows how to make things even more realistic, but her eye roll turns to wide-eyed begging when he puts the hitachi against her unprotected groin and ties it in place. Already pained she shakes her reddened face as her elbows slide together, adding more and more rope to her crushed arms. She winces as he pinches her while adding a last cinch, his hollow apology bringing whimpers from the now very helpless Whitney. He plugs in the brute between her legs, turning it on high to a yelp from her like she just got hit with a He starts filming her 11-minute ordeal at that point, chronicling every delicious moment. Almost immediately her face is shiny and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and protests have shifted to rhythmic moans. She tries to pull away from the pulsating pole, but stays against her. She tries to push it way only to ride up tighter onto it. After a minute she is grunting, then moaning, then grunting in a chorus that builds to the first tremoring squeals of delight into her gag. With one orgasm out of the way she is sensitized, unable to prevent the every-repeating build until the next orgasm. Some are soft, accompanied by light moans and the leg and voice tremors that give her release away. Others are more vigorous, with a bigger build up to a more active flood of sensation. Finally, after 11 minutes she is fully sensitized and unable to prevent the release. She groans, moans and whimpers as her breathing picks up. She is panting through her nose, her face glistening, until finally she lets moans her way through a pleasurable, almost tortuous orgasm and the several after shocks of pleasure that continue to crash over her.

Rachel is a detective who wants to bring down a crime ring and mummification is the answer. With each victim carted away tightly sausaged in tape she wants to pull off a sting with the help of a tracking device, a brutal encasement and fellow detective Ted. Standing topless and almost fully clad in nylon she explains the plan to a disbelieving Ted who starts to tape her up with shiny, black tape. She urges things to be as tight as possible, and her thighs bulge around the tape as it soon sheaths her from knees to groin. Even as Ted continues tightly taping her lower legs and feet Rachel urges that they'll know something is wrong if everything isn't tight and smooth. Inch by inch the caccoon of stickiness grows, as he tapes her shoulers, lower chest, waist and then her ass. He laments having to cover such beautiful titties and with "eyes on task" sternness she orders him to pay attention to business. Her knees bulge over the tape above and below, tightly crushed together, and yet she still urges completeness and tightness as he finishes taping her legs. He asks what next and is told to cover her head in nylon and then tape. The shear material fits snuggly over her face, her nose crushing several times into a pig nose as her jerks the end of the panythose to smooth everything. He comments she won't be able to make any noise covered in tape only for her to respond that is why there's a tracking device. It has to be as real as possible. They cannot know she isn't a real captive. She then demands a gag to make her sound like a true victim, so he returns with a gigantic pair of red panties. She asks what he's gagging her with and as he methodically starts stuffing the soiled puss-protectors into her face he tells he they are evidence from a prositition sting. Her muffled noises clearly indicate a dislike of his choice, but he slowly keeps packing them into her ever-filling mouth until her cheeks bulge every inch is behind her teeth. She admonishes him for the humiliation of packing her face with soiled panties, but he only pulls the nylon back over her head and leaves to get tape. When he returns she has managed to push some of the dirty undergarments out, but he packs them in and begins a brutally tight face wrappign with black electrical tape. Wrap after wrap goes tightly around her head, crushing her face and driving the panties fully into her mouth, until she is silenced by a vice of stickiness. Her protests have shifted to grunts and groans of discomfort as he beings to encase her head, wrapping and taping and snipping and patching until only her nose sticks out. He completes the mummification by covering her neck and shoulders, but he's not done with putting her in her place. As the first zip tie is cinched brutally tight around her knees he admits a secret, that he is working with mummification ring from the inside and they want that bitch detective sausaged and at their mercy. She finally starts to struggle, realizing her plan won't lead to an arrest but only her addition to a long list of cacooned cuties being shipped off to the highest bidders. More an more zip ties are cinched as tight as possible around her wriggling frame ending with the ultimate indignity of one around her lower face both driving the panties deeper into her mouth and ensuring the foul taste remained bulgingly in place behind tape, tape and tie. He heft her easily into the air, placing her on the ground to wait as he calls for her pick up. She begins to struggle in earnest, writhing as much as possible. The brutality of her encasement limits most movement, and the panties reduce her cries to a light echoing that won't leave the room let alone the basement of an abondonment building. She wriggles lightly, barely able to move, pushing muffled and inedible words into the panties. Each movement combined with the severe crushing of tape saps her quickly fading energy, and each vocalization risk allowing the taped and zip tied panties to sink into the back of her throat. Every minute she struggles less, saving her energy for short bursts of thrashing legs and rocking that further reduce her to furniture. After a couple minutes her struggling is noticeably less and her protests and pleas are spaced farther apart. She draws long breaths in and out of her nose, struggling to bring oxygen into a taxed and fatiqued system. After four minutes she is mostly motionless, her head sometimes shaking and her feet sometimes twitching. She mostly breathes, inhaling and exhaling over and over with a pathetic mewling here and there to let us know just severity of her predicament. After six minutes she is reduced to simply trying to endure, breathing and only moving when the crush of the tape prods her to do so to escape growing discomfort in part of her aching body. The tautness of the tape is evident and the zip ties dig deeply into the tape, and both have reduced her to very secure cargo. After seven minutes he returns to heft her up and on the way to her new life as a secured and sausaged captive at the total whim of her new owner!

Rachel has a plan to undergo a mummification to infiltrate a bondage ring but doesn't know her partner is part of the ring. She is soon agonizingly crushed in tape, sucking on dirty panties and zip tied as she struggles with no hope of release!

Rachel feels the squeeze as she is encased, crushed, mouth-packed and strapped into complete submission in an absolutely brutal mummification.

Girls are going missing, whisked away as tightly-taped human sausages only to be later seen in underground pornography, and Rachel thinks she can infiltrate the operation by posing as their next crushed and cocooned captive. The purchase is already set up, and she just needs Ted's help to deliver the buyer's a brutally bound Trojan . She would be completely at their mercy, but the uncomfortably large transmitter already plugged fully inside of her would lead Ted to her rescue before she suffers too much indignity. Encased in nylon except for her head she urges him to begin taping her up and to make it as tight as possible. All of the other women were brutally mummified in tape and fully gagged, so she needs to be strapped and struggling just as securely to avoid suspicion.

He starts with her upper thighs, pulling each band of black tape tautly before wrapping it snuggly around her legs. Lower and lower he works with each wrap, adding to the increasing tightness until he reaches her upper knees. She urges him to keep making it tight and soon her lower legs are wrapped snugly as well. After taping her high heels his attention turns to her upper body, and he frames her tits with more tape forming a wide band above and a crushing corset of waist and arms below. Her ass is next and once it is cocooned she is left standing precariously as he gathers more tape. She chastises him in an almost threatening manner while she teeters precariously alone, so he sits her back down and says it is time to get serious.

More and more tape leaves the roll as her shoulders and knees are fully encased, and he finally pull pantyhose over her head. Almost completely helpless she continues to bark orders, demanding to be gagged and gagged well so her muffled noises add to the realism. But when she sees the huge pair of panties it is too late to protest as he starts roughly stuffing them into her mouth. He informs her they are evidence, dirty and soiled and gathered during the takedown of a house of ill repute. She protests, the foul taste already filling her mouth, but he is already taping them tightly in place. He wraps over and over, driving the taste of another woman's pussy deeply into her mouth, and she only know realizes he is actually enjoying this. She starts to modestly struggle, realizing something is wrong, while he encases her head in tape and finishes wrapping her into a sausage of tape and agony. With only her nyloned nose visible she asks for release over and over, but he is adding zip ties over her mummification. As he sinks each think band of biting plastic deep he finally confesses to her that he is part of the mummification ring, and she is in screwed. He adds seven zip ties with the last being over those panties to push them even further into her mouth before putting her onto the floor while he attends to business.

Rachel is a detective who wants to bring down a crime ring and mummification is the answer. With each victim carted away tightly sausaged in tape she wants to pull off a sting with the help of a tracking device, a brutal encasement and fellow detective Ted. Standing topless and almost fully clad in nylon she explains the plan to a disbelieving Ted who starts to tape her up with shiny, black tape. She urges things to be as tight as possible, and her thighs bulge around the tape as it soon sheaths her from knees to groin. Even as Ted continues tightly taping her lower legs and feet Rachel urges that they'll know something is wrong if everything isn't tight and smooth. Inch by inch the caccoon of stickiness grows, as he tapes her shoulers, lower chest, waist and then her ass. He laments having to cover such beautiful titties and with "eyes on task" sternness she orders him to pay attention to business. Her knees bulge over the tape above and below, tightly crushed together, and yet she still urges completeness and tightness as he finishes taping her legs. He asks what next and is told to cover her head in nylon and then tape. The shear material fits snuggly over her face, her nose crushing several times into a pig nose as her jerks the end of the panythose to smooth everything. He comments she won't be able to make any noise covered in tape only for her to respond that is why there's a tracking device. It has to be as real as possible. They cannot know she isn't a real captive. She then demands a gag to make her sound like a true victim, so he returns with a gigantic pair of red panties. She asks what he's gagging her with and as he methodically starts stuffing the soiled puss-protectors into her face he tells he they are evidence from a prositition sting. Her muffled noises clearly indicate a dislike of his choice, but he slowly keeps packing them into her ever-filling mouth until her cheeks bulge every inch is behind her teeth. She admonishes him for the humiliation of packing her face with soiled panties, but he only pulls the nylon back over her head and leaves to get tape. When he returns she has managed to push some of the dirty undergarments out, but he packs them in and begins a brutally tight face wrappign with black electrical tape. Wrap after wrap goes tightly around her head, crushing her face and driving the panties fully into her mouth, until she is silenced by a vice of stickiness. Her protests have shifted to grunts and groans of discomfort as he beings to encase her head, wrapping and taping and snipping and patching until only her nose sticks out. He completes the mummification by covering her neck and shoulders, but he's not done with putting her in her place. As the first zip tie is cinched brutally tight around her knees he admits a secret, that he is working with mummification ring from the inside and they want that bitch detective sausaged and at their mercy. She finally starts to struggle, realizing her plan won't lead to an arrest but only her addition to a long list of cacooned cuties being shipped off to the highest bidders. More an more zip ties are cinched as tight as possible around her wriggling frame ending with the ultimate indignity of one around her lower face both driving the panties deeper into her mouth and ensuring the foul taste remained bulgingly in place behind tape, tape and tie. He heft her easily into the air, placing her on the ground to wait as he calls for her pick up. She begins to struggle in earnest, writhing as much as possible. The brutality of her encasement limits most movement, and the panties reduce her cries to a light echoing that won't leave the room let alone the basement of an abondonment building. She wriggles lightly, barely able to move, pushing muffled and inedible words into the panties. Each movement combined with the severe crushing of tape saps her quickly fading energy, and each vocalization risk allowing the taped and zip tied panties to sink into the back of her throat. Every minute she struggles less, saving her energy for short bursts of thrashing legs and rocking that further reduce her to furniture. After a couple minutes her struggling is noticeably less and her protests and pleas are spaced farther apart. She draws long breaths in and out of her nose, struggling to bring oxygen into a taxed and fatiqued system. After four minutes she is mostly motionless, her head sometimes shaking and her feet sometimes twitching. She mostly breathes, inhaling and exhaling over and over with a pathetic mewling here and there to let us know just severity of her predicament. After six minutes she is reduced to simply trying to endure, breathing and only moving when the crush of the tape prods her to do so to escape growing discomfort in part of her aching body. The tautness of the tape is evident and the zip ties dig deeply into the tape, and both have reduced her to very secure cargo. After seven minutes he returns to heft her up and on the way to her new life as a secured and sausaged captive at the total whim of her new owner!

More Tightly-Taped and Mercilessly-Muzzled Mummifications

Rachel is a detective who wants to bring down a crime ring and mummification is the answer. With each victim carted away tightly sausaged in tape she wants to pull off a sting with the help of a tracking device, a brutal encasement and fellow detective Ted. Standing topless and almost fully clad in nylon she explains the plan to a disbelieving Ted who starts to tape her up with shiny, black tape. She urges things to be as tight as possible, and her thighs bulge around the tape as it soon sheaths her from knees to groin. Even as Ted continues tightly taping her lower legs and feet Rachel urges that they'll know something is wrong if everything isn't tight and smooth. Inch by inch the caccoon of stickiness grows, as he tapes her shoulers, lower chest, waist and then her ass. He laments having to cover such beautiful titties and with "eyes on task" sternness she orders him to pay attention to business. Her knees bulge over the tape above and below, tightly crushed together, and yet she still urges completeness and tightness as he finishes taping her legs. He asks what next and is told to cover her head in nylon and then tape. The shear material fits snuggly over her face, her nose crushing several times into a pig nose as her jerks the end of the panythose to smooth everything. He comments she won't be able to make any noise covered in tape only for her to respond that is why there's a tracking device. It has to be as real as possible. They cannot know she isn't a real captive. She then demands a gag to make her sound like a true victim, so he returns with a gigantic pair of red panties. She asks what he's gagging her with and as he methodically starts stuffing the soiled puss-protectors into her face he tells he they are evidence from a prositition sting. Her muffled noises clearly indicate a dislike of his choice, but he slowly keeps packing them into her ever-filling mouth until her cheeks bulge every inch is behind her teeth. She admonishes him for the humiliation of packing her face with soiled panties, but he only pulls the nylon back over her head and leaves to get tape. When he returns she has managed to push some of the dirty undergarments out, but he packs them in and begins a brutally tight face wrappign with black electrical tape. Wrap after wrap goes tightly around her head, crushing her face and driving the panties fully into her mouth, until she is silenced by a vice of stickiness. Her protests have shifted to grunts and groans of discomfort as he beings to encase her head, wrapping and taping and snipping and patching until only her nose sticks out. He completes the mummification by covering her neck and shoulders, but he's not done with putting her in her place. As the first zip tie is cinched brutally tight around her knees he admits a secret, that he is working with mummification ring from the inside and they want that bitch detective sausaged and at their mercy. She finally starts to struggle, realizing her plan won't lead to an arrest but only her addition to a long list of cacooned cuties being shipped off to the highest bidders. More an more zip ties are cinched as tight as possible around her wriggling frame ending with the ultimate indignity of one around her lower face both driving the panties deeper into her mouth and ensuring the foul taste remained bulgingly in place behind tape, tape and tie. He heft her easily into the air, placing her on the ground to wait as he calls for her pick up. She begins to struggle in earnest, writhing as much as possible. The brutality of her encasement limits most movement, and the panties reduce her cries to a light echoing that won't leave the room let alone the basement of an abondonment building. She wriggles lightly, barely able to move, pushing muffled and inedible words into the panties. Each movement combined with the severe crushing of tape saps her quickly fading energy, and each vocalization risk allowing the taped and zip tied panties to sink into the back of her throat. Every minute she struggles less, saving her energy for short bursts of thrashing legs and rocking that further reduce her to furniture. After a couple minutes her struggling is noticeably less and her protests and pleas are spaced farther apart. She draws long breaths in and out of her nose, struggling to bring oxygen into a taxed and fatiqued system. After four minutes she is mostly motionless, her head sometimes shaking and her feet sometimes twitching. She mostly breathes, inhaling and exhaling over and over with a pathetic mewling here and there to let us know just severity of her predicament. After six minutes she is reduced to simply trying to endure, breathing and only moving when the crush of the tape prods her to do so to escape growing discomfort in part of her aching body. The tautness of the tape is evident and the zip ties dig deeply into the tape, and both have reduced her to very secure cargo. After seven minutes he returns to heft her up and on the way to her new life as a secured and sausaged captive at the total whim of her new owner!

More Tightly-Taped and Mercilessly-Muzzled Mummifications

This is part one of the full movie "Monica is Worked Over by Brutalizing Bondage and Gag-Inducing Gags" featuring the lead-in, first chair restraint and multiple gags. It leaves off after a partial release and the application of a severe cleave gag!

Full version found here

Monica hops blindly into the basement. She is terrified and muffled, her squeals echoing off the concrete walls while tape crushes her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. An obscenely huge ballgag wedged behind her teeth is hidden by brutally tight wrappings of tape around her head, muting any protest about her rough treatment. He seats her, and she glares at him once the tape is removed from her eyes. It was supposed to be a quick clip, a simple tie-em-up, but this asshole has already both her no-groping and her no-spanking limits. She pushes nonsense through her gag as he fashions her panties into a crotch rope, but her angry eyes grow wide when he pulls her wrists sharply up to the side and secures them to a rope about her neck. She quiets, her mewling now born of true and he snips away the material over her nipples. He leaves her, her nipples crushed by clothes pins, to suffer through "the easy part." It was supposed to be an easy clip, but she is agonized. Her wrists are pulled up high to her side, attached to the neck rope and pulling hard against her neck. He snips away circles over her nipples, exposing them, before clamping clothespins pins onto them and beginning six minutes of agonizing filming. She is much quieter, every movement pulling at the rope digging into her neck, and her movements are born of discomfort more than an attempt to act. No amount of shifting though can relieve the tension in her elbows, the growing pain in her jaws or the every-reddening of her tape-crushed face. She can't raise her wrists any higher to relieve the tension on her neck and with her ankles tied to the chair she can't twist to relieve any tension. Her agony is too much, and she peers into the camera, the signal that she's had enough. He holds up his hand to indicate five more minutes, she shakes her head no and he continues to film. Her moans becoming lighter and more meditative. She fights against the panic growing inside her, trying to focus past the rope around her neck, the loss of feeling in her arms and the prickly tingling in her nipples. Her only choice is to give him the footage and hope for release when he has enough, so she begins to lightly struggle and moan into her gag like a good little damsel. She still periodically looks into the camera for a mercy and release that does not come until several long minutes have passed. Even then his first act is flick the clothespins before removing her gag and leaving her with her own spit dripping off her messy chin. He relaxes her restraint and oddly she doesn't chastise him about her broken limits, instead melding into her on-camera character and bargaining for release. The time for bargaining ends though when he severely cleave gags her with both cloth and electrical tape, silencing her for what is to come!

Sarah could barely move, each pained movement pulling against a totality of orchestrated bondage that combined into an agonizing symphony of tautness. Held inescapably fast her contortion punished her and any movement punished her more, resulting in muffled moans and pained groans that rose to peaks of pleading before descending into valleys of muffled sobs as she was to transition choose between the dual agony posed by continued need to shift her weight followed by a stillness by the sharp pains incurred by any movement. Her loud half-sobbing, half angry cries echoed through the darkness as the agonizing seconds slowly filling her bucket of extreme discomfort grew into minute after pained minute. But then again she requested this. When given the choice for a warm-up bondage or jumping right to the corner of "totally" and "f'ed" she said to give me my worst. But this was all back when her world was casual banter and light joking. Only fifteen minutes earlier she laughed as I pulled her top down and wrapped rope tightly above and below her tits before cinching them in the middle. Her nips perked up fully from the December coolness in the basement and when ordered to rub both her chilled tit-toppers and the warmer areas between her thighs she eagerly complied, massaging her erogenous areas with a smile that said she liked bondage and she still believed this was going to be a fun exercise. She opened wide when told, accepting the large rubber ball fully into her mouth, and the first noticeable hints of appeared as the microfoam wound around face and started to squeeze her face like a vice. I raked her arms behind her back, crushing them together with rope that dug in deeply into the soft flesh above her elbows and only then did her gleeful tones melt away to reveal the labored grunts and groans that would only grow as I continued to engineer her final agony. She twisted in her bonds, playing for the camera as if a flash of tit and some hip gyration might distract me into a more lenient plight. Unfortunately for her it only reminded me that her tits were far too comfortable as they were, and she groaned when I snipped a length of thin twine to remedy that problem. Her tits were now begging for their own restraint, and she moaned lightly in disbelief as I secured the thin twine between her breasts. Unprotected and begging for the bulge I easily wrapped her tit at the base tightly with jute and she groaned long and loud into her gag, sobbing lighly as I wound it over and over before tightly knotted it off. Her other breast got the same treatment, and both were soon swollen and reddened like juicy ripe fruits in a growing orchard of succulent restraint. I removed her gag and while she rested her jaws we worked together on a crothrope, her providing an unprotected cleft and I the rope. Some waist cinching provided an anchor before I sunk the doubled rope inside her, pulling hard until the braided cotton cordage disappeared deeply inside her, her panties beautifully framing her now bugling labia. Soon her wrists were pulled up to her sides, but she couldn't complain. I'd secured ballgag deeply into her mouth and so tightly I ran out of holes on the strap. She was not face down on the floor, her own weight crushing her ballooned breasts into the carpet while I crossed and tied her ankles. She urged me to finish as I laced the rope from her ankles through her shoulder harness and then screamed into her gag when I began to pull. First her knees left the floor, then her tits and finally she was severely arched and balanced only on her hips and stomach while she begged and cried into her gag. I used the remaining rope to pull her wrists even tighter to her sides and ensure that her own weight pulled them close and then cinched things down to her crotch rope ensuring any moving dragged things through her like a titillating saw. As she cried and begged I tied her hair into a knot and dragged her head back fully to complete her painful and grotesque contortion. The noises she made would elicit release from any other model, but we filmed on knowing that until she looked directly at the camera she was complicit in her own extreme agony. For five minutes I filmed her endure a position of no escape and extreme predicament. She could barely move and any attempt to relieve stress on her hips resulted in further pain in her shoulders. Her head bend back, the gag strap dug even harsher into her neck, and the rope between her legs became more and more uncomfortable. Every part of her body added to the tension that allowed for no respite to her increasingly aching body. Finally after five minutes she looked into the camera and begged for me to remove the gag. Now able to talk it is obvious she is not faking. As I start to remove her bonds she is desperate to the tension to go away and even when it does her body is still punished by the flow of sensation returning to all her limbs. I congratulate her but she groans when I let her know we still have the second half of the set to shoot!

More Damsels Moaning from a Buzzing Vibe!

This is part one of the full movie "Monica is Worked Over by Brutalizing Bondage and Choke-Inducing Gags" featuring the lead-in, first chair restraint and multiple gags. It leaves off after a partial release and the application of a severe cleave gag!

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Monica hops blindly into the basement. She is terrified and muffled, her squeals echoing off the concrete walls while tape crushes her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. An obscenely huge ballgag wedged behind her teeth is hidden by brutally tight wrappings of tape around her head, muting any protest about her rough treatment. He seats her, and she glares at him once the tape is removed from her eyes. It was supposed to be a quick clip, a simple tie-em-up, but this asshole has already both her no-groping and her no-spanking limits. She pushes nonsense through her gag as he fashions her panties into a crotch rope, but her angry eyes grow wide when he pulls her wrists sharply up to the side and secures them to a rope about her neck. She quiets, her mewlings now born of true and he snips away the material over her nipples. He leaves her, her nipples crushed by clothes pins, to suffer through "the easy part." It was supposed to be an easy clip, but she is agonized. Her wrists are pulled up high to her side, attached to the and pulling hard against her neck. He snips away circles over her nipples, exposing them, before clamping clothins pins onto them and beginning six minutes of agonizing filming. She is much quieter, every movement pulling at the rope digging into her neck, and her movements are born of discomfort more than an attempt to act. No amount of shifting though can relieve the tension in her elbows, the growing pain in her jaws or the every-reddening of her tape-crushed face. She can't raise her wrists any higher to relieve the tension on her neck and with her ankles tied to the chair she can't twist to relieve any tension. Her agony is too much, and she peers into the camera, the signal that she's had enough. He holds up his hand to indicate five more minutes, she shakes her head no and he continues to film. Her moans becoming lighter and more meditative. She fights against the panic growing inside her, trying to focus past the rope around her neck, the loss of feeling in her arms and the prickly tingling in her nipples. Her only choice is to give him the footage and hope for release when he has enough, so she begins to lightly struggle and moan into her gag like a good little damsel. She still periodically looks into the camera for a mercy and release that does not come until several long minutes have passed. Even then his first act is flick the clothespins before removing her gag and leaving her with her own spit dripping off her messy chin. He relaxes her restraint and oddly she doesn't chastise him about her broken limits, instead melding into her on-camera character and bargaining for release. The time for bargaining ends though when he severely cleave gags her with both cloth and electrical tape, silencing her for what is to come!

This is part one of the full movie "Monica is Worked Over by Brutalizing Bondage and Choke-Inducing Gags" featuring the lead-in, first chair restraint and multiple gags. It leaves off after a partial release and the application of a severe cleave gag!

Full version found here

Nyxon endures over ten minutes of tight mummfication, over 20 minutes of a gigantic mouth-packing and over 50 minutes of restraint!

After completing an insane hemp hogtie I told Nyxon I wanted to do a second mummification with her. Remembering the difficulity of first one she hesitated, but I smoothed her concerns by saying no story, no struggle and I only needed three minutes of final footage. I had her take off her bathrobe and slippers and encase herself in nylon. She seductively draws the nylon over her legs, smoothing them even though they'd shortly be destroyed by tape. I stared with her waist before fashioning tape shorts. She actually admired their look, and I joked they help enforce her no crotch grabbing rule. I taped her feet next in preparation for a secure frogtie of her legs. With her lower body secured it was time to work on her ample top. I added tape to her torso crushing her arms to her body and brining her elbows closer together. Then I started wrapping her chest very tightly. By the time her tits were obscured the tape was crushing harder than she though, and it is never a good thing to be feeling the strain only halfway through. Her entire body save for head and neck was covered in shiny, black tape, and the growing strain began to show on her face. She opened wide though when I pulled out a gigantic pair of panties and let me start stuffing them into her mouth. There's something a bit unfair gagging someone with panties made for a girl three times her size, but that didn't stop me from packing her cheeks and getting every fiber into her face. I taped them tightly in place, pulled a nylon over her face and finished taping her neck and head. I cut away the nylon over her eyes to fashion a Sweet Gwen hood and told her I'd be back. She agonized for several minutes, unable to move and barely able to breath before I put her on her side. She couldn't take more than a minute, so I put her back up. She needed out, but there was work still to be done. We filmed a couple minutes more, and then I took time for some quick pictures. After freeing her arms, I let her ungag herself, slowly pulling out every bit of those huge panties!

Features: strict bondage, tape bondage, mummification, nylon encasement, heavy bondage, elbow restraint, nylon hood, human furniture, severe immobility, floor tie, mouth packing, panty gag, tape gag, wrap-around gag, clear tape, electrical tape, struggling, predicament, domination, male dominating female, topless, barefoot, pantyhose, panties

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Nyxon endures over ten minutes of tight mummfication, over 20 minutes of a gigantic mouth-packing and over 50 minutes of restraint!

After completing an insane hemp hogtie I told Nyxon I wanted to do a second mummification with her. Remembering the difficulity of first one she hesitated, but I smoothed her concerns by saying no story, no struggle and I only needed three minutes of final footage. I had her take off her bathrobe and slippers and encase herself in nylon. She seductively draws the nylon over her legs, smoothing them even though they'd shortly be destroyed by tape. I stared with her waist before fashioning tape shorts. She actually admired their look, and I joked they help enforce her no crotch grabbing rule. I taped her feet next in preparation for a secure frogtie of her legs. With her lower body secured it was time to work on her ample top. I added tape to her torso crushing her arms to her body and brining her elbows closer together. Then I started wrapping her chest very tightly. By the time her tits were obscured the tape was crushing harder than she though, and it is never a good thing to be feeling the strain only halfway through. Her entire body save for head and neck was covered in shiny, black tape, and the growing strain began to show on her face. She opened wide though when I pulled out a gigantic pair of panties and let me start stuffing them into her mouth. There's something a bit unfair gagging someone with panties made for a girl three times her size, but that didn't stop me from packing her cheeks and getting every fiber into her face. I taped them tightly in place, pulled a nylon over her face and finished taping her neck and head. I cut away the nylon over her eyes to fashion a Sweet Gwen hood and told her I'd be back. She agonized for several minutes, unable to move and barely able to breath before I put her on her side. She couldn't take more than a minute, so I put her back up. She needed out, but there was work still to be done. We filmed a couple minutes more, and then I took time for some quick pictures. After freeing her arms, I let her ungag herself, slowly pulling out every bit of those huge panties!

Features: strict bondage, tape bondage, mummification, nylon encasement, heavy bondage, elbow restraint, nylon hood, human furniture, severe immobility, floor tie, mouth packing, panty gag, tape gag, wrap-around gag, clear tape, electrical tape, struggling, predicament, domination, male dominating female, topless, barefoot, pantyhose, panties

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Sarah could barely move, each pained movement pulling against a totality of orchestrated bondage that combined into an agonizing symphony of tautness. Held inescapably fast her contortion punished her and any movement punished her more, resulting in muffled moans and pained groans that rose to peaks of pleading before descending into valleys of muffled sobs as she was to transition choose between the dual agony posed by continued need to shift her weight followed by a stillness prompted by the sharp pains incurred by any movement. Her loud half-sobbing, half angry cries echoed through the darkness as the agonizing seconds slowly filling her bucket of extreme discomfort grew into minute after pained minute. But then again she requested this. When given the choice for a warm-up bondage or jumping right to the corner of "totally" and "f'ed" she said to give me my worst. But this was all back when her world was casual banter and light joking. Only fifteen minutes earlier she laughed as I pulled her top down and wrapped rope tightly above and below her tits before cinching them in the middle. Her nips perked up fully from the December coolness in the basement and when ordered to rub both her chilled tit-toppers and the warmer areas between her thighs she eagerly complied, massaging her erogenous areas with a smile that said she liked bondage and she still believed this was going to be a fun exercise. She opened wide when told, accepting the large rubber ball fully into her mouth, and the first noticeable hints of appeared as the microfoam wound around face and started to squeeze her face like a vice. I raked her arms behind her back, crushing them together with rope that dug in deeply into the soft flesh above her elbows and only then did her gleeful tones melt away to reveal the labored grunts and groans that would only grow as I continued to engineer her final agony. She twisted in her bonds, playing for the camera as if a flash of tit and some hip gyration might distract me into a more lenient plight. Unfortunately for her it only reminded me that her tits were far too comfortable as they were, and she groaned when I snipped a length of thin twine to remedy that problem. Her tits were now begging for their own restraint, and she moaned lightly in disbelief as I secured the thin twine between her breasts. Unprotected and begging for the bulge I easily wrapped her tit at the base tightly with jute and she groaned long and loud into her gag, sobbing lightly as I wound it over and over before tightly knotted it off. Her other breast got the same treatment, and both were soon swollen and reddened like juicy ripe fruits in a growing orchard of succulent restraint. I removed her gag and while she rested her jaws we worked together on a crothrope, her providing an unprotected cleft and I the rope. Some waist cinching provided an anchor before I sunk the doubled rope inside her, pulling hard until the braided cotton cordage disappeared deeply inside her, her panties beautifully framing her now bugling labia. Soon her wrists were pulled up to her sides, but she couldn't complain. I'd secured ballgag deeply into her mouth and so tightly I ran out of holes on the strap. She was not face down on the floor, her own weight crushing her ballooned breasts into the carpet while I crossed and tied her ankles. She urged me to finish as I laced the rope from her ankles through her shoulder harness and then screamed into her gag when I began to pull. First her knees left the floor, then her tits and finally she was severely arched and balanced only on her hips and stomach while she begged and cried into her gag. I used the remaining rope to pull her wrists even tighter to her sides and ensure that her own weight pulled them close and then cinched things down to her crotch rope ensuring any moving dragged things through her like a titillating saw. As she cried and begged I tied her hair into a knot and dragged her head back fully to complete her painful and grotesque contortion. The noises she made would elicit release from any other model, but we filmed on knowing that until she looked directly at the camera she was complicit in her own extreme agony. For five minutes I filmed her endure a position of no escape and extreme predicament. She could barely move and any attempt to relieve stress on her hips resulted in further pain in her shoulders. Her head bend back, the gag strap dug even harsher into her neck, and the rope between her legs became more and more uncomfortable. Every part of her body added to the tension that allowed for no respite to her increasingly aching body. Finally after five minutes she looked into the camera and begged for me to remove the gag. Now able to talk it is obvious she is not faking. As I start to remove her bonds she is desperate to the tension to go away and even when it does her body is still punished by the flow of sensation returning to all her limbs. I congratulate her but she groans when I let her know we still have the second half of the set to shoot!

Sarah shivered in the cold basement, her discolored and ballooned tits still tightly bound in thin twine and a cuttingly-tight crotchrope still lodged deeply into her nether region. After her earlier position she felt a reward was in order, and I agreed. Unfortunately for her a reward meant a orgasm set, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to make it absolutely brutal. I allowed her to undo the crotchrope, and it's strictness was evident as she reacted to sensation flowing back into her compressed cleft. For her it was a relief, that is until I ordered her to remove her panties. We left the waist ropes in tact, using them to fix her to the chair for the rest of her restraint. She seemed to be enjoying things too much until she saw the huge sponge. Her eyes grew wide as I slowly stuffed it fully into her mouth, and the strain grew on her face as I tightly wound electrical tape around her face until the jaw-spreading mass was fused in place. She made it two minutes before panicking and even though I quickly removed the tape she ripped the last strand in half herself, screaming in frustration. Rather than go easy on her I tied her arms behind the chair. Nobody removes a gag unless I tell them to do it! She relaxed though, casually chatting with legs crossed to hide her exposed puss while I tied her chest to the chair. All dignity was lost though when I pulled each knee sharply back to her shoulders, leaving her fully spread and her pussy on display. I finished with her bondage by tying her ankles in place. She jumped when the hitachi met its mark, the chilled head of the soon-to-be throbbing device meeting her warm mound. Once secured only a gag remained, and she opened wide to accept the huge blue panties. I slowly worked them into her cheeks and when no room was left pushed the rest into the back of her mouth before brutally wrapping clear tape over her lower face. The wad was now secured, her cheeks bulging over the lip-crushing and distorting band of polyvinyl and rubber adhesive. She groaned when I revealed the clovers and squealed as the clamp bit sharply into her right nipple. As the second clamp found the other nipple the pain was obvious as each chewed deeply into nipples over sensitized by a buffet of length breast bondage. When the hitachi roared to life she let out a huge groan and began to moan while spread, helpless and unable to achieve orgasm despite the jackhammer against her puss. Then with one twitch of her toe the vibrating beast shifted into place, nestling into her mound and fully parting her for the clitoral Her moans increased in frequency as she grew closer and closer, her body straining against the tight ropes to provide enough purchase to tense against the vibe until finally her head rolled back as the first orgasm flooded over her. Now it was shoved up tight against her mound and the next orgasm came quicker, taking only 30 seconds but being far longer and more demanding in its sensation. Her next came a minute later with and even more vigorous orgasm a minute after that. Each was piling on the previous, pounding her overstimulated region to a point past pleasure and into sensory madness. He her once, then twice more until she begged for it to stop and then ... she once again had an orgasm. This continue for a couple minutes more until after one huge and final wave she was done. Her reward was complete ... that is until he removed the clamps!

Sarah shivered in the cold basement, her discolored and ballooned tits still tightly bound in thin twine and a cuttingly-tight crotchrope still lodged deeply into her nether region. After her earlier position she felt a reward was in order, and I agreed. Unfortunately for her a reward meant a orgasm set, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to make it absolutely brutal. I allowed her to undo the crotchrope, and it's strictness was evident as she reacted to sensation flowing back into her compressed cleft. For her it was a relief, that is until I ordered her to remove her panties. We left the waist ropes in tact, using them to fix her to the chair for the rest of her restraint. She seemed to be enjoying things too much until she saw the huge sponge. Her eyes grew wide as I slowly stuffed it fully into her mouth, and the strain grew on her face as I tightly wound electrical tape around her face until the jaw-spreading mass was fused in place. She made it two minutes before panicking and even though I quickly removed the tape she ripped the last strand in half herself, screaming in frustration. Rather than go easy on her I tied her arms behind the chair. Nobody removes a gag unless I tell them to do it! She relaxed though, casually chatting with legs crossed to hide her exposed puss while I tied her chest to the chair. All dignity was lost though when I pulled each knee sharply back to her shoulders, leaving her fully spread and her pussy on display. I finished with her bondage by tying her ankles in place. She jumped when the hitachi met its mark, the chilled head of the soon-to-be throbbing device meeting her warm mound. Once secured only a gag remained, and she opened wide to accept the huge blue panties. I slowly worked them into her cheeks and when no room was left pushed the rest into the back of her mouth before brutally wrapping clear tape over her lower face. The wad was now secured, her cheeks bulging over the lip-crushing and distorting band of polyvinyl and rubber adhesive. She groaned when I revealed the clovers and squealed as the clamp bit sharply into her right nipple. As the second clamp found the other nipple the pain was obvious as each chewed deeply into nipples over sensitized by a buffet of length breast bondage. When the hitachi roared to life she let out a huge groan and began to moan while spread, helpless and unable to achieve orgasm despite the jackhammer against her puss. Then with one twitch of her toe the vibrating beast shifted into place, nestling into her mound and fully parting her for the clitoral Her moans increased in frequency as she grew closer and closer, her body straining against the tight ropes to provide enough purchase to tense against the vibe until finally her head rolled back as the first orgasm flooded over her. Now it was shoved up tight against her mound and the next orgasm came quicker, taking only 30 seconds but being far longer and more demanding in its sensation. Her next came a minute later with and even more vigorous orgasm a minute after that. Each was piling on the previous, pounding her overstimulated region to a point past pleasure and into sensory madness. He her once, then twice more until she begged for it to stop and then ... she once again had an orgasm. This continue for a couple minutes more until after one huge and final wave she was done. Her reward was complete ... that is until he removed the clamps!

Sarah shivered in the cold basement, her discolored and ballooned tits still tightly bound in thin twine and a cuttingly-tight crotchrope still lodged deeply into her nether region. After her earlier position she felt a reward was in order, and I agreed. Unfortunately for her a reward meant a orgasm set, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to make it absolutely brutal. I allowed her to undo the crotchrope, and it's strictness was evident as she reacted to sensation flowing back into her compressed cleft. For her it was a relief, that is until I ordered her to remove her panties. We left the waist ropes in tact, using them to fix her to the chair for the rest of her restraint. She seemed to be enjoying things too much until she saw the huge sponge. Her eyes grew wide as I slowly stuffed it fully into her mouth, and the strain grew on her face as I tightly wound electrical tape around her face until the jaw-spreading mass was fused in place. She made it two minutes before panicking and even though I quickly removed the tape she ripped the last strand in half herself, screaming in frustration. Rather than go easy on her I tied her arms behind the chair. Nobody removes a gag unless I tell them to do it! She relaxed though, casually chatting with legs crossed to hide her exposed puss while I tied her chest to the chair. All dignity was lost though when I pulled each knee sharply back to her shoulders, leaving her fully spread and her pussy on display. I finished with her bondage by tying her ankles in place. She jumped when the hitachi met its mark, the chilled head of the soon-to-be throbbing device meeting her warm mound. Once secured only a gag remained, and she opened wide to accept the huge blue panties. I slowly worked them into her cheeks and when no room was left pushed the rest into the back of her mouth before brutally wrapping clear tape over her lower face. The wad was now secured, her cheeks bulging over the lip-crushing and distorting band of polyvinyl and rubber adhesive. She groaned when I revealed the clovers and squealed as the clamp bit sharply into her right nipple. As the second clamp found the other nipple the pain was obvious as each chewed deeply into nipples over sensitized by a buffet of length breast bondage. When the hitachi roared to life she let out a huge groan and began to moan while spread, helpless and unable to achieve orgasm despite the jackhammer against her puss. Then with one twitch of her toe the vibrating beast shifted into place, nestling into her mound and fully parting her for the clitoral Her moans increased in frequency as she grew closer and closer, her body straining against the tight ropes to provide enough purchase to tense against the vibe until finally her head rolled back as the first orgasm flooded over her. Now it was shoved up tight against her mound and the next orgasm came quicker, taking only 30 seconds but being far longer and more demanding in its sensation. Her next came a minute later with and even more vigorous orgasm a minute after that. Each was piling on the previous, pounding her overstimulated region to a point past pleasure and into sensory madness. He her once, then twice more until she begged for it to stop and then ... she once again had an orgasm. This continue for a couple minutes more until after one huge and final wave she was done. Her reward was complete ... that is until he removed the clamps!

Sarah shivered in the cold basement, her discolored and ballooned tits still tightly bound in thin twine and a cuttingly-tight crotchrope still lodged deeply into her nether region. After her earlier position she felt a reward was in order, and I agreed. Unfortunately for her a reward meant a orgasm set, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to make it absolutely brutal. I allowed her to undo the crotchrope, and it's strictness was evident as she reacted to sensation flowing back into her compressed cleft. For her it was a relief, that is until I ordered her to remove her panties. We left the waist ropes in tact, using them to fix her to the chair for the rest of her restraint. She seemed to be enjoying things too much until she saw the huge sponge. Her eyes grew wide as I slowly stuffed it fully into her mouth, and the strain grew on her face as I tightly wound electrical tape around her face until the jaw-spreading mass was fused in place. She made it two minutes before panicking and even though I quickly removed the tape she ripped the last strand in half herself, screaming in frustration. Rather than go easy on her I tied her arms behind the chair. Nobody removes a gag unless I tell them to do it! She relaxed though, casually chatting with legs crossed to hide her exposed puss while I tied her chest to the chair. All dignity was lost though when I pulled each knee sharply back to her shoulders, leaving her fully spread and her pussy on display. I finished with her bondage by tying her ankles in place. She jumped when the hitachi met its mark, the chilled head of the soon-to-be throbbing device meeting her warm mound. Once secured only a gag remained, and she opened wide to accept the huge blue panties. I slowly worked them into her cheeks and when no room was left pushed the rest into the back of her mouth before brutally wrapping clear tape over her lower face. The wad was now secured, her cheeks bulging over the lip-crushing and distorting band of polyvinyl and rubber adhesive. She groaned when I revealed the clovers and squealed as the clamp sharply into her right nipple. As the second clamp found the other nipple the pain was obvious as each chewed deeply into nipples over sensitized by a buffet of length breast bondage. When the hitachi roared to life she let out a huge groan and began to moan while spread, helpless and unable to achieve orgasm despite the jackhammer against her puss. Then with one twitch of her toe the vibrating beast shifted into place, nestling into her mound and fully parting her for the clitoral Her moans increased in frequency as she grew closer and closer, her body straining against the tight ropes to provide enough purchase to tense against the vibe until finally her head rolled back as the first orgasm flooded over her. Now it was shoved up tight against her mound and the next orgasm came quicker, taking only 30 seconds but being far longer and more demanding in its sensation. Her next came a minute later with and even more vigorous orgasm a minute after that. Each was piling on the previous, pounding her overstimulated region to a point past pleasure and into sensory madness. He her once, then twice more until she begged for it to stop and then ... she once again had an orgasm. This continue for a couple minutes more until after one huge and final wave she was done. Her reward was complete ... that is until he removed the clamps!

Sarah could barely move, each pained movement pulling against a totality of orchestrated bondage that combined into an agonizing symphony of tautness. Held inescapably fast her contortion punished her and any movement punished her more, resulting in muffled moans and pained groans that rose to peaks of pleading before descending into valleys of muffled sobs as she was to transition choose between the dual agony posed by continued need to shift her weight followed by a stillness by the sharp pains incurred by any movement. Her loud half-sobbing, half angry cries echoed through the darkness as the agonizing seconds slowly filling her bucket of extreme discomfort grew into minute after pained minute. But then again she requested this. When given the choice for a warm-up bondage or jumping right to the corner of "totally" and "f'ed" she said to give me my worst. But this was all back when her world was casual banter and light joking. Only fifteen minutes earlier she laughed as I pulled her top down and wrapped rope tightly above and below her tits before cinching them in the middle. Her nips perked up fully from the December coolness in the basement and when ordered to rub both her chilled tit-toppers and the warmer areas between her thighs she eagerly complied, massaging her erogenous areas with a smile that said she liked bondage and she still believed this was going to be a fun exercise. She opened wide when told, accepting the large rubber ball fully into her mouth, and the first noticeable hints of appeared as the microfoam wound around face and started to squeeze her face like a vice. I raked her arms behind her back, crushing them together with rope that dug in deeply into the soft flesh above her elbows and only then did her gleeful tones melt away to reveal the labored grunts and groans that would only grow as I continued to engineer her final agony. She twisted in her bonds, playing for the camera as if a flash of tit and some hip gyration might distract me into a more lenient plight. Unfortunately for her it only reminded me that her tits were far too comfortable as they were, and she groaned when I snipped a length of thin twine to remedy that problem. Her tits were now begging for their own restraint, and she moaned lightly in disbelief as I secured the thin twine between her breasts. Unprotected and begging for the bulge I easily wrapped her tit at the base tightly with jute and she groaned long and loud into her gag, sobbing lightly as I wound it over and over before tightly knotted it off. Her other breast got the same treatment, and both were soon swollen and reddened like juicy ripe fruits in a growing orchard of succulent restraint. I removed her gag and while she rested her jaws we worked together on a crothrope, her providing an unprotected cleft and I the rope. Some waist cinching provided an anchor before I sunk the doubled rope inside her, pulling hard until the braided cotton cordage disappeared deeply inside her, her panties beautifully framing her now bugling labia. Soon her wrists were pulled up to her sides, but she couldn't complain. I'd secured ballgag deeply into her mouth and so tightly I ran out of holes on the strap. She was not face down on the floor, her own weight crushing her ballooned breasts into the carpet while I crossed and tied her ankles. She urged me to finish as I laced the rope from her ankles through her shoulder harness and then screamed into her gag when I began to pull. First her knees left the floor, then her tits and finally she was severely arched and balanced only on her hips and stomach while she begged and cried into her gag. I used the remaining rope to pull her wrists even tighter to her sides and ensure that her own weight pulled them close and then cinched things down to her crotched rope ensuring any moving dragged things through her like a titillating saw. As she cried and begged I tied her hair into a knot and dragged her head back fully to complete her painful and grotesque contortion. The noises she made would elicit release from any other model, but we filmed on knowing that until she looked directly at the camera she was complicit in her own extreme agony. For five minutes I filmed her endure a position of no escape and extreme predicament. She could barely move and any attempt to relieve stress on her hips resulted in further pain in her shoulders. Her head bend back, the gag strap dug even harsher into her neck, and the rope between her legs became more and more uncomfortable. Every part of her body added to the tension that allowed for no respite to her increasingly aching body. Finally after five minutes she looked into the camera and begged for me to remove the gag. Now able to talk it is obvious she is not faking. As I start to remove her bonds she is desperate to the tension to go away and even when it does her body is still punished by the flow of sensation returning to all her limbs. I congratulate her but she groans when I let her know we still have the second half of the set to shoot!

Sarah could barely move, each pained movement pulling against a totality of orchestrated bondage that combined into an agonizing symphony of tautness. Held inescapably fast her contortion punished her and any movement punished her more, resulting in muffled moans and pained groans that rose to peaks of pleading before descending into valleys of muffled sobs as she was to transition choose between the dual agony posed by continued need to shift her weight followed by a stillness by the sharp pains incurred by any movement. Her loud half-sobbing, half angry cries echoed through the darkness as the agonizing seconds slowly filling her bucket of extreme discomfort grew into minute after pained minute. But then again she requested this. When given the choice for a warm-up bondage or jumping right to the corner of "totally" and "f'ed" she said to give me my worst. But this was all back when her world was casual banter and light joking. Only fifteen minutes earlier she laughed as I pulled her top down and wrapped rope tightly above and below her tits before cinching them in the middle. Her nips perked up fully from the December coolness in the basement and when ordered to rub both her chilled tit-toppers and the warmer areas between her thighs she eagerly complied, massaging her erogenous areas with a smile that said she liked bondage and she still believed this was going to be a fun exercise. She opened wide when told, accepting the large rubber ball fully into her mouth, and the first noticeable hints of appeared as the microfoam wound around face and started to squeeze her face like a vice. I raked her arms behind her back, crushing them together with rope that dug in deeply into the soft flesh above her elbows and only then did her gleeful tones melt away to reveal the labored grunts and groans that would only grow as I continued to engineer her final agony. She twisted in her bonds, playing for the camera as if a flash of tit and some hip gyration might distract me into a more lenient plight. Unfortunately for her it only reminded me that her tits were far too comfortable as they were, and she groaned when I snipped a length of thin twine to remedy that problem. Her tits were now begging for their own restraint, and she moaned lightly in disbelief as I secured the thin twine between her breasts. Unprotected and begging for the bulge I easily wrapped her tit at the base tightly with jute and she groaned long and loud into her gag, sobbing lightly as I wound it over and over before tightly knotted it off. Her other breast got the same treatment, and both were soon swollen and reddened like juicy ripe fruits in a growing orchard of succulent restraint. I removed her gag and while she rested her jaws we worked together on a crothrope, her providing an unprotected cleft and I the rope. Some waist cinching provided an anchor before I sunk the doubled rope inside her, pulling hard until the braided cotton cordage disappeared deeply inside her, her panties beautifully framing her now bugling labia. Soon her wrists were pulled up to her sides, but she couldn't complain. I'd secured ballgag deeply into her mouth and so tightly I ran out of holes on the strap. She was not face down on the floor, her own weight crushing her ballooned breasts into the carpet while I crossed and tied her ankles. She urged me to finish as I laced the rope from her ankles through her shoulder harness and then screamed into her gag when I began to pull. First her knees left the floor, then her tits and finally she was severely arched and balanced only on her hips and stomach while she begged and cried into her gag. I used the remaining rope to pull her wrists even tighter to her sides and ensure that her own weight pulled them close and then cinched things down to her crotchrope ensuring any moving dragged things through her like a titillating saw. As she cried and begged I tied her hair into a knot and dragged her head back fully to complete her painful and grotesque contortion. The noises she made would elicit release from any other model, but we filmed on knowing that until she looked directly at the camera she was complicit in her own extreme agony. For five minutes I filmed her endure a position of no escape and extreme predicament. She could barely move and any attempt to relieve stress on her hips resulted in further pain in her shoulders. Her head bend back, the gag strap dug even harsher into her neck, and the rope between her legs became more and more uncomfortable. Every part of her body added to the tension that allowed for no respite to her increasingly aching body. Finally after five minutes she looked into the camera and begged for me to remove the gag. Now able to talk it is obvious she is not faking. As I start to remove her bonds she is desperate for the tension to go away and even when it does her body is still punished by the flow of sensation returning to all her limbs. I congratulate her but she groans when I let her know we still have the second half of the set to shoot!

This is part one of the full movie "Monica is Worked Over by Brutalizing Bondage and Choke-Inducing Gags" featuring the lead-in, first chair restraint and multiple gags. It leaves off after a partial release and the application of a severe cleave gag!

Monica hops blindly into the basement. She is terrified and muffled, her squeals echoing off the concrete walls while tape crushes her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. An obscenely huge ballgag wedged behind her teeth is hidden by brutally tight wrappings of tape around her head, muting any protest about her rough treatment. He seats her, and she glares at him once the tape is removed from her eyes. It was supposed to be a quick clip, a simple tie-em-up, but this asshole has already both her no-groping and her no-spanking limits. She pushes nonsense through her gag as he fashions her panties into a crotch rope, but her angry eyes grow wide when he pulls her wrists sharply up to the side and secures them to a rope about her neck. She quiets, her mewlings now born of true and he snips away the material over her nipples. He leaves her, her nipples crushed by clothes pins, to suffer through "the easy part." It was supposed to be an easy clip, but she is agonized. Her wrists are pulled up high to her side, attached to the and pulling hard against her neck. He snips away circles over her nipples, exposing them, before clamping clothins pins onto them and beginning six minutes of agonizing filming. She is much quieter, every movement pulling at the rope digging into her neck, and her movements are born of discomfort more than an attempt to act. No amount of shifting though can relieve the tension in her elbows, the growing pain in her jaws or the every-reddening of her tape-crushed face. She can't raise her wrists any higher to relieve the tension on her neck and with her ankles tied to the chair she can't twist to relieve any tension. Her agony is too much, and she peers into the camera, the signal that she's had enough. He holds up his hand to indicate five more minutes, she shakes her head no and he continues to film. Her moans becoming lighter and more meditative. She fights against the panic growing inside her, trying to focus past the rope around her neck, the loss of feeling in her arms and the prickly tingling in her nipples. Her only choice is to give him the footage and hope for release when he has enough, so she begins to lightly struggle and moan into her gag like a good little damsel. She still periodically looks into the camera for a mercy and release that does not come until several long minutes have passed. Even then his first act is flick the clothespins before removing her gag and leaving her with her own spit dripping off her messy chin. He relaxes her restraint and oddly she doesn't chastise him about her broken limits, instead melding into her on-camera character and bargaining for release. The time for bargaining ends though when he severely cleave gags her with both cloth and electrical tape, silencing her for what is to come!