#2132 2026-03-20
33 photos, 11 min video 
At first, it was amusing. She must have seen me enter my phone PIN and changed it while I wasn't looking. After getting locked out, I knew something was up, and Lucy probably had something to do with it. I was sure if I asked, she probably would have eventually told me, but I decided it would be more fun to extract the truth through a bit of torment. I wouldn't be surprised if that had been her plan from the start.
Before revealing I knew about her prank, she was secured with several cuffs around her wrists, elbows, legs, and even her thumbs. A final chain tethered her neck to the wall, ensuring she was trapped for the duration. As the clover clamps came out, I finally told her I knew what she did and what was in store for her. Her clamps were linked to a ratchet, and with each tug of the rope, they pulled tighter and tighter. While she could move forward to help keep the tension at bay, doing so meant her neck chain pulled tighter in response. I knew eventually she would break. The question became, how long should she be left in her predicament as punishment?
#2130 2025-06-20
72 photos, 15 min video 
During her visit, Lucy couldn't help but make a few subtle comments about the collection of hoods and impact toys scattered around the studio. She tried to play it off casually, but her curiosity was clear. So once she was strapped into a straitjacket and had no way out, I decided to give her exactly what she was hinting at. Frogtied and secured to a padded horse, a tight hood keeps her guessing what will come next. With each new toy that landed on her exposed thighs, the skin grew redder and more sensitive. Her muffled moans match each impact through the hood and gag as she squirmed against the straps. Helpless to stop what she had so clearly asked for.
#2131 2025-02-28
54 photos, 13 min video 
When Lucy arrived at my door, she was skeptical, worried that the bondage wouldn't be real. Confident in her ability to escape anything but the strictest restraints, she was hoping for a true challenge. Lucky for her, I had just the thing to put her doubts to rest.
Before locking her into the wooden stocks, I secured custom-printed ball cuffs to her hands and fastened a matching collar around her neck. Once locked in place, there wasn't a bit of wiggle room, just a snug and inescapable fit. With her stocks chained to the ceiling and her legs spread apart, her heels continued to slip as she struggled to keep them together. But I wasn't done with her yet. Holding a heavy concrete ball in my hands, I watched her eyes widen as I tied it to a crotch rope. If she was going to escape, now was the time.
#1887 2022-03-01
50 photos, 12 min video 
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