A lesson well taught, part 1
...Like her, the other girl was also tightly bound and gagged. A mile of rope surrounded her slim body. Her arms had been bound behind her back with a million wraps of thin, tight cord. Her legs had also been lashed together just below the delicious swell of her hips, above and below her knees as well as her ankles but worst of all, it was the cords looped between her hands and feet preventing her from going anywhere. They'd been pulled so tight only centimeters separated the slim, shapely heels of her delicate feet from her questing fingers between the heavily muffled grunts escaping her lips. As if the manner she'd been tied up wasn't bad enough, the huge gag wedged between her mouth just compounded the problems...
A lesson well taught, part 2
...And that shiny black… rubber contraption had to be a straitjacket although she couldn't fathom the need for all those buckles and straps. The rest of her toys might as well have arrived straight from Mars. More shiny black straps, long shiny bars of varying lengths, leather tubes with laces and straps sticking out of them... and any number of… gags? Some of them looked exactly like the kind of instruments of torture the Daleks might've favoured...
A lesson well taught, part 3
..."Ok, Jo, ready or not?" Traci suddenly said before pulling the first cord tight. A sudden liquid fire blazed through her privates and she couldn't help shrieking into her tight gag as Traci pulled her crotchrope tight. Joanne felt as though she was dancing over hot coals as Traci carefully pulled the second, parallel strand tight, forcing her bound wrists that much further downwards during the process before looping the last remaining inches around her roped waist and tying a tight, tight series of knots so nothing would slip or loosen...
A lesson well taught, part 4
..."I said so," Joanne smiled before wonderingly spinning Traci's ballgag around in her hands. All those straps and buckles. The glossy black leather shone under the soft, diffused light the windows were providing. How was she ever going to get this on? "So… Traci, any famous last words?"
"Yeah… "Traci sounded embarrassed again. "Could you gag me really tight as well? When you do up each strap, pull it as tight as you can before buckling it."
"Ok…"
"Then…" Traci hurriedly interrupted before Joanne had a chance to finish. "You see that ring on the top of everything there? - on the top of my gag?"...
Bondaged, gagged, cums for us...
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Charlie Laine could be standing in front of you with a dismembered head in her hands, blood flowing from her mouth and a zombie look in her eyes and she would still be adorable. So how do you think she looks as we strip her down and tie her against a wall with her legs completely pulled open and her helpless pussy at the mercy of our whims? That's right, adorable. And how does she look when we rig the vibrator to her pussy and switch it on? How does she look as she tries to get away from the vibrator, when she realizes that she is our orgasm toy and when she eventually cums for us in a fit of bondage pleasure? Yes, adorable.
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A lesson well taught, part 5
...Joanne was setting off now and she incredulously watched with increasing wonder while her friend wound and wound each strand in the opposite direction to the other before reaching the center of her breast harness where she tied another knot before attaching the trailing ends to her crotchrope. After checking the security of her knots, Joanne methodically repeated the procedure with one major difference; she looped the ends around the ropes connecting her harness and crotchrope. In effect, she was weaving her lithe young body into a complex web of rope Charlotte would've envied. Traci shook her head again before happily squirming against her bonds. It was so good being reunited with her lovers and she understood exactly where Jo was going. Joanne had moved downwards and she was wrapping everything around her hips and the insides of her crotch forming an inverted triangle of sorts, which of course had been split in two by her crotchrope. The ropes were startling while against Joanne's luscious brown body and she sighed into her gag. Jo was so beautiful...
A lesson well taught, part 6
...At long last after the most agonising journey she'd ever endured, Traci reached the dining room table. Her breasts had been rubbed raw by the carpet, her arms and legs were on fire and her mouth was being split into two by the gag strapped in her mouth. Even her crotchrope hurt as well. Every time she'd bounced/wriggled forward, it'd buried itself deep in her crotch and after almost two hours of this torment, she'd had enough of her 'joy' rope...
A lesson well taught, part 7
..."Look, try not to feel too bad about it." Traci's voice was a feather soft caress. "We all make mistakes. Sometimes the only way you learn is through experience. I honestly can't blame you for getting over-excited."
"I suppose so…"
"Yeah…" Traci grinned. "But… be more careful next time!" she scolded. "Never, ever tie yourself up again like that, ok?"...
The Fair
...Kate bought the chain up to Anna's waist where again she wrapped it around her waist and back on to itself. She then took a pair of handcuffs and locked her wrists together in front of her. She then padlocked the cuffs to the waist chain. She continued to work her way up the Swedish woman's body wrapping the chain around her chest and twice around both elbows before again locking it back on to itself. She finished off by wrapping the chain around Anna's neck and securing it in place with yet another padlock.
Kate then took a ball gag and pushed it into Anna's mouth. She tightened the strap around her head and then padlocked the buckle closed. "How does that feel?" Kate asked...
Julie Night - beautiful bondage model, rope tied, gagged, clamped, tortured, vibrated to orgasm.
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You may already be familiar with Julie Night, if not, she's a crazy babe who loves bondage and just getting tied up in general. As an added bonus and a tribute to her love of being a submissive; Julie agreed to meeting us in a desolate section of Chatsworth, under a blazing hot Southern California sky. We first see Julie tied and gagged to a stone pillar where she is rudely greeted by The Pope. The Pope immediately gets down to business on Julie, by groping at her body and tugging on her tits. Then, he pulls out a wooden switch and flails away at her body with it. The harder he swats her with the stick, the harder she moans and purrs. Finally he breaks out the magic wand and pummels her pussy with it. After that, he ties her head to the wall to imagine what fate may come next. Julie, doesn't really have to wonder too long however, as The Pope roughly drags her out to a sandy cliff, fastens her to the ground, and gags her with a pinecone. Sadistically The Pope kicks dirt on little Julie's naked body,and them amazingly, rudely takes a steel garden rake to her. Then, he takes out a garden hose and sprays her down before working her body over a little more with the wooden switch. Next, The Pope gives Julie a good pole fucking with the dildo, before breaking out the hard core vibrator and bringing her to a massive orgasm. In our next scene, Julie is carried into the pool on The Pope's shoulder. Once she's in the pool, she is subjected to a little water torture. Mercilessly, The Pope dunks her in and out of the water. Pausing only to let her catch her breathe briefly while he peppers her ass to redness with his bare hands. Then he gags Julie and ties her to a float and brutally rolls her face down into the water. Another vibrator is broken out and smashed against Julie's now raw cunt. The Pope then uses his knife to pop Julie's float leaving her helpless in the water. Next, we see Julie tied to a rock wall exposed to the elements, taking the full brunt of The Pope's flogger. After a good beating, Julie is brought to yet ANOTHER massive orgasm. In our final scene, Julie is back where she started. Tied to the stone pillar, only this time she is suspended upside down by her feet. The Pope enters for his final attack. With Julie vulnerable and exhausted and exposed, The Pope uses his flogger on Julie's tits and pussy. The more Julie shrieks, the harder he hits, until she finally begs him to stop. But as soon as he drops the flogger, she begs for more barehanded slaps to her raw ass, and thanks her master for all he provides. Knowing Julie still has a bit more juice he can squeeze out, the Pope applies the magic wand to her pussy one last time. The end result is a final exhausting orgasm as Julie is then left to hang.
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Bonds of Love, part 1
...After waking and reluctantly allowing Andy to untie her, (asking if she could stay tied up would have been a dead giveaway) they enjoyed a leisurely swim together between chatting about school and what their friends were doing until Andy had to go home for dinner. The subject of the tying up 'competition' that they'd just enjoyed together never rose although it was always there. The untidy tangle of rope and a series of vividly red corrugated bands decorating Sureerat's flawlessly smooth skin at wrists, ankles, knees and her upper arms provided an all too visible souvenir of her very first real bondage. In fact, it was several hours before each set of ropemarks branding her body finally faded away until only a faint tinge of red remained to mark where she'd been tied up...
Bonds of Love, part 2
...After making sure that it properly securedl between her lips, Andy carefully pulled everything around behind her head, pulling her lips into a deliciously achy rictus. Sureerat closed her eyes with disbelief before groaning out aloud while the cloth completed another circuit around her head before being knotted off as tightly as possible.
Sureerat thought that she could not possibly be more thoroughly gagged than she already was. She was wrong. As if securing every inch of cloth inside her mouth was not enough with the gag he'd used upon her, Andy began folding yet another piece of cloth until it was two or so inches wide. After checking the width, he pressed it over her mouth before passing everything around once, twice and tying the ends in a neat, tight knot out of sight in the nape of her neck. Her mouth was now totally covered by a neat two-inch wide band of white...
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