...She soon learned the sinful secrets and
dreadful surprises of the bondage world . . .
butt plugs and nipple clamps, the infinite
variety of whips, paddles, canes and crops,
thick leather and rubber, and the burn of the
rope. She played the slave, the hooker, the
mistress, the harem girl, the spy, the wayward
wife and the bitch who needed a lesson, all
with equal gusto...
...The collar had a long strip of leather hanging
from two rings on its sides. Once he buckled it
around her neck, the curved strap hung down her
Finally, he placed a black mask over her eyes.
"Trick or treat," he said with an appreciative
emphasis on the last word.
Isabel tested the height of the heels with an
uncertain step, but Ron quickly picked up the
strap hanging from her neck...
...What did he have planned next? She found
herself fantasizing about extreme
situations...giant dildos rammed deep into her
ass and her pussy...breasts bound with layers
of rope...nipples in clamps...no, vices...with
weights...then, the whips...all
...Her fears were confirmed minutes later as she
swung naked several inches off the floor, her
legs and arms held far apart by the unforgiving
shafts and then stretched even further by the
ropes attached to the thick restraints around
her wrists and ankles. As usual, her mouth was
filled with a wad of horrible-tasting rubber.
Upon closer inspection with her tongue, she
determined it was a replica of a very large
...She found her wrists shackled to her thighs
with maybe 18 inches of criss-crossed chain
links for slack. Her mouth was filled with a
hard rubber ball zipped tight behind some kind
of leather mask, and her hands were encased in
leather mittens lacking even the benefit of
Then she realized her whole body was wrapped in
And she was lying in what looked like a large
wicker basket on the floor...
...She moaned involuntarily as he knotted the
ends, and was rewarded with a ball gag jammed
deep in her mouth.
Ron went to work on her legs, sealing them
together with more rope around her ankles, a
few loops just above and below her knees, and
several yards for her thighs.
Isabel's heart began to race when he picked up
another coil of rope from the table, pulled a
length between his hands, and circled her
ribcage just below her chest.
By the time he was finished, her breasts were
crushed between an elaborate series of twists
...Finally, a single cord was fastened to the
middle of the rope around the top of her chest.
It ran down the front of her body to her groin,
only to take a sharp detour at her crotch. It
angled up to the back of her head, where it was
knotted to the strap holding the bright red
ball gag in her mouth.
Holding her airborne was a pulley and a piece
of rope that looked like a lopsided triangle.
It passed underneath the big knot behind her
shoulders, and then back to the rope connecting
her wrists to her ankles. With her feet hanging
higher than her head, Isabel imagined most of
her weight was straining against the rope
around her torso...
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Jessica Bangkok makes her Strict Restraint debut this week. Jessica is a buxom Asian beauty that truly enjoys bondage. After she disrobed, Big Bad tightly restrained her in stocks and applied TENS pads to her thighs as Jessica wriggled and squealed in her compromised position. With her hefty nipples clamped, Jessica then received a whipping from her Master before she was vibed to her first massive orgasm. As the day progressed, the intensity of the situations progressed as well as beautiful Jessica found herself at the mercy of her Master. Pushed to the limits of sanity, Jessica's adventure ends in a convulsive orgasm while she is bound tightly in vet wrap and then left on the Dungeon floor.
...Marciana happily nodded and I returned her smile. My chest was so tight that it actually hurt as I studied her inexpressibly happy features. This was just so special being bound and gagged together with no chance of release or escape. Her eyes met mine with a mutual, shared empathy and she gurgled with pleasure before attempting to 'kiss' me...
...The red ball gleamed intimidatingly beneath the spotlights illuminating our bed. It could've been worse. Andrea might have picked the big one. The one she'd picked out was only an inch and a half in diameter but it was still plenty big enough. It's also equally secure; there's no way my gag's coming off once Andrea's finished strapping everything around my neck and head. It buckles up in five places – imagine that! I love being gagged as much as I hate it; does that sound strange? Perhaps it's that latent masochist in me. I absolutely, positively adore the feeling of fullness – and helplessness that a tight gag imparts – but it can become so uncomfortable after any length of time. It's an unequal contest that I invariably lose.
Andrea was waiting and I obediently opened wide to accept my gag. Gently, she pushed the ball home before fastening each strap in turn, securely clamping my jaws down on the ball that now filled my mouth. My gag was not tight but I wouldn't be saying much of anything for a while...
..."I tie you up, gag you then we'll catch the tram to Melbourne where we'll walk around the shops and Southbank by the river," Robert confidently replied. "We'll also have lunch at your favourite café before going home. I guarantee that nobody will see you bound and gagged."
"Impossible," she happily declared, convinced that he'd finally taken leave of his senses.
Robert continued as if he hadn't heard her, "If I win – and I will, believe me, then… you will pay a forfeit. Hmmm… let's see. No bondage for one week."...