#1494 2016-05-05
57 photos, 12 min video 
Shiny and bright red, the boots were irresistible to Merula. When she was told she'd have to stand in them for a while if she put them on, she quickly nodded in agreement. Why else would she put them on if not to stand on them? At least, that was her original thinking. Once she was handcuffed, gagged, and forced to stand in them without reprieve, that opinion soon changed. Merula could only curse herself for being seduced by how good she would look in the boots. She had no idea that within a minute she'd hate every fiber of their construction. Her only reprieve is to hang by her handcuffs, hoping mercy would come soon.
#1490 2016-04-28
60 photos, 14 min video 
You could see the trepidation on her face as the straightjacket was strapped in place. Even when the thick collar was secured too, it was still comfortable; she could possibly even escape. This illusion quickly faded once her legs and neck were secured with heavy chains. Niki whimpered a bit behind her ballgag, knowing full well there would be more to come. She tried to get free but the leather jacket held firm while her collar reminded her to keep her balance. Just as she was finding her comfort zone, her chains were pulled tighter, forcing her onto her toes. It only takes a minute before her legs begin to quiver. Niki fights her straightjacket with renewed vigor to escape, but knows it won't come.
#1484 2016-04-14
101 photos, 10 min video 
There was no doubt that Gmoras was enjoying her initial predicament. Her elbows were bound tightly together and pulled into a light strappado. A set of clover clamps soon changed her mood, and as they were connected to her leg ropes it didn't take long for her to realize her predicament. The clamps forced her to stay bent, exhausting her corseted core muscles. Hanging limp by her strappado ropes was not very comfortable either. It quickly became a struggle between two evils; which is just how she likes it.
#1513 2016-03-27
81 photos, 10 min video 
If Stasha wasn't happy about being punished, she got really mad when I had to leave her to run a few errands. Her elbows and wrists tied together, I pulled the rope over the door as I left. Stasha's wasn't too uncomfortable before this, but now she was on her tiptoes. Her predicament had become a balance between pressure on her strappado or crotch rope. Nothing was remotely comfortable. Neighbors go about their business not knowing the significance of the single rope hanging in view. A simple turn of the knob is all she needs to escape, but it is far beyond her reach.
#1499 2016-03-20
60 photos, 9 min video 
Nude except for her pantyhose, Sylvia stands in the middle of the room, her arms frogtied beside her. With her legs pulled apart and a gag anchored above, her perfect breasts move with her attempts to struggle free. From head to toe, every inch of her is an invitation to touch and play. When she gets a little too feisty, a little tightening of her leg ropes pulls her whole predicament tighter. Sylvia will only need to be reminded once.
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