0125 - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr Ogre

9:34 video

A girl is tied by Mr. Ogre in some manner. She is then given eight minutes to completely untie herself. During her attempt to escape, she is not allowed to damage herself in any way. If the girl is successful in her task to extricate herself from the bondage, she gets a prize and YOU get special bonus footage of another tie at the end of the clip. If she is unsuccessful, well...that is between her and Mr. Ogre...

Competition Special Edition!

Madalynn Raye and I compete to see who can free themselves first from Mr Ogre's rope.  The victor gets to torment the loser.  Watch and see who wins and what happens next!

0124 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

11:55 video

My heels click distinctly on the hardwood floor as I wander to the corner of the room and casually swing a pair of pantyhose back and forth. I sit down, kicking my feet in the air as I do. I gather up one leg of the pantyhose, and pull it around both of my pumps. It catches on the stiletto of one, and I question if I'll be able to work it over the heel. I carefully stretch and shift it up my ankles and calves until pausing just over my knees. I reach down and adjust the alignment at the toe and glide my hands down my nylon covered legs. Satisfied with the placement, I maneuver around to continue shimmying my body into the nylon sheath. Upon reaching my waist, I playfully pop the top of the pantyhose. Finally, a little shifting of weight, and I gingerly stand up.

Mr. Andrews approaches me with another pair of pantyhose in hand. I turn around and bring my hands together behind me. He starts to slide the hose up my forearms.

“This is the best part right here.” David mutters as he continues to work the nylon up my arms.

“Right over the shoulders?” I question, knowing how challenging that area is.

“No. The part where I get to pull it over your head.” he responds, and I laugh in acknowledgment. “That's the part that's the best.” he continues. “Okay. Here we go. Whee.”

I crane my head back as the control top is stretched and slipped over my head. A few ridiculous noises escape me. I find myself in a fit of giggles as the leg is pushed farther down. I moan and coo as the pantyhose squeeze and compress me.

“Oh thank you.” I politely peep as David smooths my hair from my face beneath the nylon.

I open my mouth stretching the hose and rub my tongue over the texture. Mr. Andrews retrieves a ballgag and straps it into place over the pantyhose, permanently pressing the fine netting against my tongue.

Finally, zip ties are applied to my arms further welding them together. As a lower elbow tie is tightened, the upper strap slips off.

“You know this just means...your elbows could have gone tighter this whole time.” David observes.

“Noooooo….” I bemoan through the ballgag.

“Yeeeessss.” David imitates.

“That's right. You can protest verbally. Comply physically.” Mr. Andrews notifies me.

I start sighing nearly rhythmically with my breathing.

“Yeah, the rest of this is just going to suck.”

My arms are cinched to my body at the waist, the zip tie cutting in under my ribcage. My vocalizations increase in volume, and I focus intently on maintaining my balance as more ties are added to my thighs and down my legs. I find myself overwhelmed with sensations, the even compression of the pantyhose encasing my body, the tight weave touching my tongue, the sharp straps cutting into my skin. Mr. Andrews helps lower me to the floor, and fixes the zip ties my movement has mussed. The rhythmic speed of my whining increases.

“There could be more suffering here. There could.” Mr. Andrews states even as my pathetic whimpers fill his ears. A couple more tweaks, and I find myself in a hogtie and left to endure.

0123 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, & Caroline Pierce

14:19 video

"Miss Appropri-8"
Part 1 of 8 of an 8-MILF, Movie-Length, Mini-Series Event!
This Episode: Bosslady Sandra Taken and Tied By Caroline & AJ!
Prologue: Caroline has been working as a secretary at Sandra's company for years. She did well, but dreamed of the day that she would never have to work again. But retirement is decades off, and she's impatient. A prime-time news expose on the human-trafficking sex-trade planted the seed in her brain. The amounts that rich men and woman around the world would pay to possess a woman of quality was insane. Caroline's gears began to turn. Supply wouldn't be a problem, she worked with an office-full of gorgeous gals. The problem would be find buyers and distribution. After a month of dark-web searches and back-alley meetings, she arranged for both. The Syndicate had a job for her, and for a first job, it was a big one. They wanted Caroline to arrange for eight quality ladies to be restrained and ready to be picked up. Eight?!  Well, there were seven gals in the office other than Caroline in the office: The Owner, Sandra Silvers, her secretary Ruth Cassidy, the three salesladies Lisa Harlotte, Samantha Grace and Jackie Christianson, the visiting European account executive Vivienne Velvet and AJ Marion, the mouthy, tenacious and long-legged bitch that worked in accounting with Caroline.  To pull this off she realizes she is going to need some help, and Caroline knows that AJ, who is constantly complaining about needing extra money (and no fan of her co-workers) will make the perfect -temporary- partner.  Caroline presents her with the plan to sell the other SIX girls in the office and split the profits with AJ 50/50. AJ jumps a the chance. Caroline knows six will never fly with her clients, but things seven probably will. So once She and AJ get the other six handled, AJ will be easy pickins to make seven.    So That would make seven girls delivered. Surely the distributors will be happy with seven. Caroline just wont press for the payment of the eighth. 87.5% of her payment will be more than enough to live on forever...

Caroline and AJ drag their first catch into the warehouse. Their boss, Sandra, a curvy broad with and hourglass figure, huge tits and long silver hair, has her arms are pinned behind her back by Caroline.  She is barely silenced by a bandanna cleaved between her teeth.  AJ is ready, ropes in hand and begins to tie her enslaved employers wrists, ankles and knees. More rope is added around Sandra's chest, pinning her arms to her sides.  Her silk blouse strains between the ample bosom and tight ropes. The captirixes tear open the shirt to take a peek at the goods, and see d-cups filled with dollar signs. Sandra is humiliated, but not completely. AJ is more cruel than Caroline realized and begins to apply an extremely tight crotch rope. It bites into Sandra with every twitch.  It's agonizing and delightful. If she wasn't so frightened, this would actually be fun.  Caroline and AJ have to leave to go greet their next "Guest". But before they do, they realize that Sandra can make just a bit too much noise.  They remove the bandanna gag, stuff it deep in her mouth and seal it in with microfoam tape wrapped around Sandra's head.  Sandra is left to struggle as her kind assailants go to retrieve her secretary so she wont feel all alone in her predicament...

0122 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

14:11 video

“Oh hi..” David says as he approaches me with a couple bundles of rope.

“Hii!” I smile back.

“So then...you ordered some bondage?” he queries.

“I did.” I giggle and bounce as I clasp my hands behind me.

“That's good.” he states as he finishes unfurling the rope. “I'm the delivery guy.”

He begins binding my elbows together with a length of jute. However, as he is about to start cinching the wrap, he decides that my elbows are not nearly close enough.

“Ah...you can do better than that...” he scoffs quietly.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” I inquire.

“It's not your fault if your elbows aren't really as close together as they could be because that's my job. That falls on me.” he explains.

“It does.” I gleefully agree.

“Ultimately, when the elbow bondage isn't tight enough,” David breaks the fourth wall and engages the viewer, “I've got to take responsibility.”

I laugh exuberantly. David finishes lashing my elbows together, and I take a moment to breathe and settle into the tie as he picks up the next length of rope.

“Now about those wrists and that mouth of yours...” David adds almost as an aside.

Once my wrists are bound, David grabs a ballgag and pops it in my mouth.

“Try and keep it down.” he tells me as he fastens the strap. “You and your bondage reactions.”

I playfully whine and mumble, “You love my bondage reactions.” through the gag filling my mouth.

I continue to shift and sigh as I endure my oppressive arm bondage, waiting for the ropes to shift ever so slightly and provide even minute relief. I groan and wiggle and gaze up at Mr Andrews as he secures a rope around my neck. I sit down on the ottoman as instructed, and maneuver myself so that my leg is available for a frogtie. After both of my legs are bound, David considers his chosen order of tying.

“Do the crotch rope the hard way...” he mutters as he reaches around my waist.

“Now, let's get you splayed out.”

David helps maneuver me down and onto my stomach. I shimmy, squirm forward on the ottoman with a few pushes from David. Drool slowly drips down my chin, dropping to the floor. I point and flex my feet as I process the sensations I'm experiencing. I coo and grunt quietly as I await the next part of the position. A piece is attached to my crotch rope and strung to a point above me, pulling it painfully into my pussy. I breathe and moan rhythmically as I set myself to endure my predicament. My neck rope is stretched taut and secured to the tripod leg directly in front of me. I gaze forward and focus intently. Each thigh is individually drawn away from the other and towards the other steel poles. With little left that I can do as I'm stretched in four directions, I look around and languish.

David returns to check on me, and I request that my next rope be released. My head sinks and hangs heavy, and I manage and muffled, “Thank you.”

0121 - AJ Marion & Mudlover

11:05 video

Mudlover pushes the bit into my smiling mouth and clasps it tightly in place. Next, a cruel crotch rope is pulled firmly behind me and wedged between the trees. I whimper and moan through my gag. My ankles are bound individually to the trees, but I can do little other than lift my bare legs a few inches. My high heels sink into the soft dirt, and I try to keep my weight on the balls of my feet. I wiggle and squirm as I explore my bonds. The rough bark of the tree scrapes my back as my wrist restraints keep me close to the trunk. The knot of the crotch rope presses oppressively into my tender flesh. I grunt as my movements only further to frustrate me.

Next, I find myself suspended between three trees by my hips, wrists, and ankles. Mudlover returns to replace my bit gag, and add a bit extra “support.” This support being a crotch rope jerked up into place and secured above me. I squeal and squeak in response. I lay back in the ropes, high pitched vocalizations coming with every breath. I groan and whimper as I endure my bondage. I grab the ropes and pull myself up. I focus intently and breathe rhythmically. My body quivers with the effort. Eventually, I lay back once again exhausted, mind filled with the sensations screaming through my body. I blubber and cry, my head hanging back. Mudlover decides I've had enough and releases my ankles. As my feet touch down, I thank him for my reprieve.

0120 - Shoe Sharing Roommate’s Double Cross - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Ogre

14:47 video

Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr. Ogre

AJ Marion is a super inconsiderate roommate sometimes. She has borrowed Madalynn Raye's shoes for the last time. Maddy asks Ogre to come in and help her out with the situation. AJ says she has somewhere to go and when she gets up to leave, Maddy grabs her from behind and helps pin her. Ogre binds AJ's ankles and knees together and then gets to work on her wrists behind her back. She fights the two of them pretty hard but she manages to get pinned and the next thing you know, she's completely helpless in rope. A ballgag quiets down her complaints nicely.

Once AJ is totally bound in a hogtie and Maddy has her shoes back, Ogre decides that since AJ offers him more money to get revenge for her, he attacks Madalynn next and ties her up as she squirms and fights against him. Her arms are bound quickly and then she is immediately ballgagged. She kicks at him and fights, twisting this way and that but can't manage anything more than some squealing and amusing him.

He puts her up on her feet and holds her in place, then turning her situation into a balltie. Her legs are pulled back and he wraps rope around her ankles, waist and wrists anchoring them all together. More rope goes from behind her shoulders and over her knees. She keeps fighting him, even as he is tying her hair back and then cinching everything with that extra rope. The two girls whine and moan while rolling around on the floor.

Keywords: ballgag, DID, denim, gag, high heels, rope bondage, sneakers, sweater, tights, double cross

0119 - AJ Marion, Sandra Silvers, Ruth Cassidy

7:07 video

Once Betrayed, Curvy, Crooked Lady Cop KOed, Becomes 2nd Captive in Trunkrunk with Bound Bathing Beauty!
Being a corrupt cop has more advantages than just being able to fix your own parking tickets. When Officer Sandra Silvers teamed up with crime family LadyBoss Ruth Cassidy to capture and sell swimsuit-ed siren AJ Marion, she should have expected it wouldn't end well for her. Sandra arrives at the exchange point with AJ all trussed up in the back of her cruiser. She and Ruth lift and carry AJ to deposit her in the trunk of Ruth's black Cadillac. While Sandra is counting her payment, Ruth incapacitates her with a tazer. Luckily for Ruth, cops keep a couple of pairs of handcuffs in their cars .  She uses one pair to cuff Sandra's wrists behind her back, and another pair of the unforgiving steel restraints on her black-pantyhose-d ankles. Sandra comes to just as the bandanna is cleaved between her teeth. She protests, but there is little the pinched police officer can do as she is bundled into the boot and the clever crime boss drives away...

0118 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

8:59 video

Click, clack. Click, clack.

Mr. Andrews leads me into the room by my neck, my wrists and elbows already bound behind me. He aggressively places me on an oversized red leather chair. I slightly reposition myself as he retrieves a length of rope. When he returns, he grabs my ankles, brings them together, and binds them. I watch quietly as he works. I sit up tall and shimmy as I anticipate what's next while he fetches another piece.

Mr. Andrews loops a length of nylon around my neck, runs it under the chair, and secures it to the cinch around my ankles. Neck rope predicament bondage! One of my favorites! Next, Mr. Andrews unbuttons my midriff tied-off top, and spreads the fabric wide, exposing my pert breasts. My nipples are now available and on display, and he takes this opportunity to pinch them. I moan and groan through the ballgag filling my mouth. He locks on to my left nipple pinching and pulling.

He leaves me momentarily, and I take a few moments to recover and catch my breath. I hear clanging, and see Mr. Andrews carrying the banner T towards me. I am very confused, and have no idea what he has in store for me. A piece of rope is attached to my ankles and pulled up and away from me. This lifts my feet off the ground and tugs on larks head around my neck. A second of reprieve, then Mr. Andrews jerks the rope up, forcing me to engage my thighs and hold my legs high. That rope is then tied off to the banner T. Luckily, the nylon has enough stretch to allow me to reach the hardwood with the tips of my toes. I rub my pantyhose encased legs together and begin cooing rhythmically as I endure my predicament.

Apparently dissatisfied with my quiet suffering, Mr. Andrews squeezes my left nipple once more, and my coos become cries. My legs are released, and he helps me to lift my head.

“Can you breathe good? Hmm?” he asks me.

I attempt to recover once more and process his words. “Mmhmm.” I squeak and nod my head.

“Good. That's important.” he states as he presses microfoam firmly against my face over the ballgag, surprising me.

Once further gagged, he grazes my nipple and I jump and shriek abruptly. I breathe deeply and audibly. He finds some thin cotton rope and tries a few different ties on my nipples. They all cause me to squirm and squeal. I writhe and groan as my nipples serve as Mr. Andrews playground.

Finally, my legs are pulled the farthest up they've been yet, secured to the banner T, and I'm left to languish.

0117 - Jealous for Johnny - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews

14:06 video

Starring: AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews

“I've had ENOUGH of you taking the spotlight!” Lizz exclaims as she shoves me onto the couch. “You and Johnny. You and Johnny. I want Johnny! I wanna dance with Johnny!”

She pulls me up to standing and places a pink bandanna between my teeth, knotting it snugly in place as she explains that I won't be attending class today.

“And then I will be the star...” Lizz daydreams, “amazing things...amazing things...”

I'm pushed down onto the sofa once more as Lizz decides which length of rope to use next. I'm jerked to my feet again and spun around. Lizz binds my elbows tightly together as she taunts me and explains why she's doing this. I begin to protest through my gag, and she quickly covers my mouth with her hand.

“Shhhh!” Lizz leans her lips close to my ear. “Did I tell you that you could talk? Because I'm pretty sure that I didn't. Didn't I just tell you to be quiet?”

Lizz throws me back on the couch, grabs more rope, and lifts my legs onto her lap. She wraps rope around my ankles, cinching them down.

“Maybe this will trigger something deep down inside of you, and you'll beg me to tie you up later.” Lizz speculates. She expounds further and begins coming on to me. “I can make you feel so much more pleasure than dancing with Johnny. I'm sure.”

I glare back at her. A final piece of rope is added above my knees, and I'm left with my “instructions.” I wiggle and squirm in my bondage, lifting my legs in the air. I flex and point my feet, but the ropes don't budge. I whimper through my gag with my efforts. I claw at the rope encircling my wrists. I strain and stretch.

Soon, Lizz returns having determined that I'm much too noisy. The bandanna is untied and crammed into my mouth, and silver tape is wound around my head.

“Maybe I don't want Johnny at all. Maybe what I really wanted was AJ...” Lizz grins as she caresses my body.

“Why don't you lay down on that couch.” Lizz suggests.

“You're not going to follow directions?” she questions and swats my ass with a crack of the rope. “Lay down. On your stomach.”

I grunt and blubber as my wrists are linked to my ankles, pulling me into a hogtie. Lizz walks her fingers up my body, and torments me for a few more moments before leaving me once again to attend dance class.

Keywords: barefoot, DID, dancer damsel, feet, gag, g/g bondage, cleave gag, leotard, rope bondage, spandex, tape gag, thong, tights

0116 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

14:14 video

I bounce up off the couch, a huge grin filling my face as Mr Andrews binds my elbows behind me. I wiggle and coo as the rope is applied. I jump and spin around, tangling myself in the length of nylon he had just unfurled.

“I'm tangled in the rope! And not in the way I had intended.” I dramatically state.

Mr Andrews quickly ties my wrists. I sit down on the sofa once more and shimmy as I await my mouth stuffing. David fills my mouth with a large yellow bandana, and secures it in place by wrapping red vetwrap around my head.

Appropriately gagged, he lifts me off the couch and down to the rug. I giggle gleefully and kick my legs in the air. A chest harness is added, and my legs are individually pulled up and out with additional rope. I watch David intently as he ties me.

I alternately kick my legs in the air once more, playing. Lifting both legs straight up and together, I peek through the gap between them. Finally, electrical tape is layered over the vetwrap, intensifying the gag. I squeak.

Well bound and helpless, Mr Andrews takes a moment to explore my body, rubbing his hands over my pantyhose encased legs. He pulls down the top of my dress and pinches a nipple, evoking moans and grunts from me. He switches to the other nipple, squeezing. Then, both nipples are gripped and twisted. I wail in waves. My chest heaves with breath when I'm released.

After taking a few moments to regain my senses and gather myself, I begin testing the limits of my restraints. I bend and scoot and roll around on the rug. I wind up stuck on my back briefly, and attempt to sit up multiple ways before finally achieving upright status. Mr Andrews returns to torment me temporarily. We have an exchange regarding my gag, and I mumble about it's tightness.

“I know. I stretched the electrical tape.” he says as he leaves. “You're welcome.”

0115 - Neighborhood Watch Out! - AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr Ogre

10:29 video

Starring: AJ Marion, Madalynn Raye, & Mr. Ogre

The neighbor's across the street stop by to discuss the neighborhood watch with Madalynn Raye. As she invites them in, Mr. Ogre grabs her from behind and quickly covers her mouth with his huge hand, muffling her cries. I enter with a suitcase full of rope, and use a length to bind her wrists. She strains against us as we shove her into the sofa. I maneuver her around and down to the floor, and Mr. Ogre crams a ballgag deep in her mouth.

“Why don't you turn her around? Show her ass off.” Mr. Ogre suggests as he retrieves another bundle of rope.

“Stand up.” I command as I pull her up by her arms.

I bend her over, putting her head on the couch, ass in the air on display. Since she's conveniently folded in half, we wrap the rope around her enforcing the bend. I lift her legs, curling her into a ball. We continue to lower her leverage by lashing her further.

“I think you ought to drop her.” Mr. Ogre casually comments.

“I'm not quite as mean as you.” I smack back through my gum.

Mr. Ogre finishes balling Madalynn up as I hold her down. We move her to the floor, and Mr. Ogre adds a piece of rope to her elbows. I loom above her as I sit on the sofa. I slide her stilettos of her pantyhose feet and admire them, wondering their size. Her feet exposed, dig my fingers into her soles, tickling her. Once she's trussed up, Mr. Ogre and I leave her to struggle in her restraints while we prep the transportation vehicle.

Madalynn rolls around on the hardwood, kicking her feet. She whimpers and moans through her gag as she bucks against her bonds.

Eventually, Mr. Ogre returns, lifts her by her arms, and walks out with her as she wails.

Keywords: ballgag, barefoot, DID, denim, feet, gag, g/g bondage, high heels, jeans, rope bondage

0114 - AJ Marion

8:56 video

For this session of bondage bunny training, I find my legs frogtied around a bar as I'm suspended by my knees. Always exploring my maneuverability, I discover I can crunch up and reach the chains. I squee at this discovery. Ben enters and further cinches my legs together with a long length of rope. I moan and grunt through the addition, taking long moments to intently focus on my breathing.

I take a few seconds to settle into the sensations, then begin to twist and turn, testing my limits once more. I pull all the way up, climbing the chain hand over hand. Releasing back down, I swing around for a moment before Ben reenters with a piece of tape for my mouth. My wrist rope is removed, and my arms are manipulated behind me. Ben reties my wrists and pulls on the remaining rope, swinging my around. I squeak and squeal. My wrists are secured to my ankles, and I'm left, suspended in a hogtie by my knees. With little movement left to me, I groan through my gag and endure.

0113 - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews

21:42 video

“I've got some rope for you..” Lizz tells me as she unbundles a length of rope.

“I'm excited about that rope for me.” I respond.

She ponders what she'd like to do to me and where she will begin. I kick my feet and playfully drag my finger tips up my body. I hop off the desk and twirl in place ending by offering my wrists in front of me. A huge grin fills my face as I am told “Nope. Nope. Nope.” and I turn around.

“Be a good girl.” Lizz demands.

She cinches down my elbows, and promptly moves on to bind my wrists.

“They are in fact laying against one another quite flatly.” I remark regarding my forearms.

“You did it to yourself.” Lizz informs me. “Yes, you already had your arms like that. I just applied rope. Abracadabra.”
“Look! A self tying AJ!” I exclaim.

Lizz and I continue to exchange quips and discuss my future. I wiggle and meow and eye Lizz mischievously. She decides to add one more piece of rope to my forearms.

Next up, a bright yellow bandana is shoved into my mouth. Lizz crams the cloth into my cheeks.

“You're a chipmunk.” she gestures and repeats for me, “I am a chipmunk...”

I squeak back the phrase the best I can through the muffling gag. Finally, electrical tape is wound around my head securing the fabric in place.

“So you just want me to wrap your whole head right?”...”Right...” Lizz teases. I cheep and squeal.

“Wrapping AJ's head, really tight, with thin electrical tape...”

“I mean...that sounds pretty appealing...” Lizz smirks. She attempts to get me to agree.

I maneuver around on the desk as Lizz indicates eventually ending up with my stomach against the hardwood. I arch my back and lift my ass in the air to provide Ms Andrews easier access to my leg. She frog ties each limb hooking the cinch over my high heel. I breath and coo as I endure and settle into my bondage. A final piece is coiled around the balls of my feet and looped through my forearm wrap, securing me in a hogtie. I slide and squirm, exploring my bonds as Lizz looks on.

“Wiggle wiggle.” she instructs me, and I do my best to comply and please.

lingerie, stockings, garters, garter belt, high heels, pantyhose, nylons, corset, pumps, girl tying girl, satin panties, bra

0112 - Dancer Damsel Captive on the Cold Cement Floor - AJ Marion & Mr Ogre

8:02 video

Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre

I find myself bound and gagged in a cinder block room. A cruel crotch rope runs from the front to the back of my chest harness, sliding back and forth as I struggle. I whimper and moan as I bend and flex, but a mouth stuffing and silver tape muffle my complaints. I shimmy and twist. As I butterfly my legs, the knots securing my ankles dig in, grinding my legwarmers into my flesh. I lean back on my hands lifting my manicured feet into the air. My soles are covered in a fine dirt from the cement floor, and I wiggle my polished toes as I point and flex my bare feet. My struggling and straining continues for several minutes, when Mr. Ogre appears with more rope in hand.

He gruffly lifts me off the cold ground and pushes me into a ball position. A length of nylon is wound from my chest around my ankles, permanently pulling me down. I squeal and grunt through my gag, but Mr. Ogre takes no notice. With a patronizing pat on the cheek, and he leaves me there. I rock side to side with few other options available to me. I test the limits of my restraints, wiggling and squirming as I'm able. I manage to lay down on my side, and quickly discover that this was a terrible choice. I'm stuck! I don't have enough leverage to change my position! I push with my toes, attempting to hold my leg position and avoid the crushing knots between my ankles.

Keywords: ass, barefoot, bare legs, DID, dancer damsel, feet, gag, legwarmers, rope bondage, shorts, spandex, stirrup, tape gag, topless

0111 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

8:42 video

0110 - Office Heel & Foot Play - AJ Marion

19:22 video

Starring: AJ Marion

Just a little heel and foot play video I took while editing the other day! I'm wearing a pair of Capezio dance tights, purple legwarmers, and black, satin peeptoe heels (Which haven't been worn at all and I'm breaking in!). I'm such a kinetic person, and I'm constantly fidgeting and squirming. I hope you enjoy this bonus update!

Did you like this update? Send me a message and let me know!

Keywords: candid, feet, high heels, tights, voyeur, heel/foot play, legwarmers

0109 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

12:04 video

I prance around in place as I await Mr Andrews in front of the fireplace. We banter a bit as he glues my elbows together with a long length of jute.

“I'm one of bondage's nice guys.” David tells me.

“So nice!” I sass back.

“Well, you know, I'm a giver. Girls need their elbows tied together, and I'm right fuckin here.”

I laugh heartily. I begin using my breathing to manage the immediate stress the bondage is causing my body. David grabs my throat and turns me around.

“Alright, I'm just going to have to...manually control you while I'm tying you up.” he casually states as he proceeds to tie my wrists. I giggle as we discuss how disappointing that is for both of us. I am once again XXXX to focus on my breathing as my forearms lay flat against one another.

“About that ballgag...”

I open my mouth wide and wrap my lips around the red ball as it is clasped tightly in place. Partially bound and mildly muffled, David aggressively gropes and explores my body. He bends me over, hands full of flesh, fingers digging in. I grunt and moan and struggle to remain stable as David slaps my sensitive thighs. He continues to manipulate and maneuver me for a few more moments. Then, I am left to recover.

I wobble to a wide stance and close my eyes as I recenter. I coo through my gag and walk around, my heels clicking on the wood floor. As I wander, I bend and twist, showing off my form and testing the limits of my restraints.

David reenters with another bundle of rope and begins securing my arms to my body. I sigh and vocalize almost constantly as the unforgiving jute is cinched around my waist. I tremble slightly and find myself slipping further into the sensations surrounding me. As I process my predicament, I am surprised as more rope is added to my torso. The compression on my upper body increases, and the constriction causes me to teeter atop my stilettos. I slowly back away unsteady.

Surely we're done. Certainly there is enough rope on me.

Mr Andrews unwinds a final piece of rope, and I gaze at him with pleading eyes. Every breath is an effort. Every exhalation is an instant endured. He raises my skirt and tucks it into my bindings, exposing my black control top pantyhose. A length of rope is wrapped around my upper thighs just below my ass. Then, he smooths my skirt back into place. I walk back and forth gauging my impediment. I squat and stand trying to find some relief. David tells me to turn around and squat down. Apparently, the rope is still not visible. I hold the position having not been told to move, determined to maintain it as long as possible.

0108 - AJ Marion

5:35 video

It's time for more bondage bunny training and play! I lay on my belly kicking my feet, wrists cuffed behind me. Ben enters and begins lowering the winch. He loops my wrist rope over the hook and raises it. I adjust the cuffs to balance the pull. Ben gradually raises the winch, inch by inch. I moan softly as my body adjusts to each new level. Eventually, my torso is lifted off the work bench, and I press my ass back to modify the angle and stress of my shoulders. Ben lowers the winch, and I lay back down. I receive a slight moment of reprieve, as my ankles are hooked as well.

I point and flex my feet testing the ropes, not that there is much I can do other than request a modification and hope it's granted. Once more, Ben incrementally raises the winch, and I'm lifted off the table. I vocalize more audibly as I deal with the weight pulling on my wrists and ankles. I hang for a few moments before Ben lowers me back down. I grunt loudly as I reach the bench, and immediately begin focusing on my breathing.

Ben removes my wrist rope from the hook, and lifts my arms high in the air. The winch begins to raise once more, and I am hoisted up feet first. As my ankles continue to rise, my body is XXXX to curve and bear weight over progressively less space until I am resting solely on my chest. Soon, I am lowered again.

Finally, both ropes are looped over the winch's hook, and the controls are placed in my hand! Ben presses my thumb down on a button, and I begin to lift off the table. I find a nice height and settle in. I push my butt up, curling into a ball. I drop my hips, sometimes legs apart, sometimes together; constantly adjusting my positioning and thus the strain on my body. Lifting and twisting and flexing. I coo and breathe and moan as I move. Eventually, I decide I can't take the stress any longer and lower myself to the cushion. I groan forcefully as my shoulders release.

Ben reenters and rubs my back as he takes the controls from me. Then, just as I'm thinking I've done a good job and get to rest, he raises the winch one final time just enough to put me only on my stomach. I whimper pitifully, as I am left and the lights are turned off.

0107 - Unlucky Date - AJ Marion & Mr Ogre

18:36 video

Starring: AJ Marion & Mr. Ogre

It's St Patrick's Day, and I've been out celebrating all day. I met this interesting guy, Mr. Ogre, and decided to bring him back to my place for some fun. We relax on the couch and begin some light petting.

“You ever thought about trying to be a little kinky?” Mr. Ogre asks.

I pull back and question him, reluctantly acquiescing to his request to tie be up. He goes out to his car and retrieves some rope. I nervously rub my tights as we chat.

I turn around, and Mr. Ogre ties my wrists behind my back. He then secures the rest around my waist. Next he binds my ankles, hooking the rope over my heels, and goes back to kissing my neck. I complain a little about not being able to interact with him as much now.

“Tell you what. Let's add some more rope!” he pats my leg and grabs another length of nylon. I protest and debate him. He responds passively, and winds the rope around my knees.

“You don't think this is fun?” he asks.

“Um...it is fun, but it's reached a point where it doesn't need to be any more fun.” I attempt to convince him.

“You don't need any more fun?”

“I am sufficiently amused...entertained...more words I'm certain...” I trail off.

Mr. Ogre cinches my knees ropes down tightly. At this point, I've had enough.

“I think maybe it's time we said good night.” I tell Mr. Ogre.

“I think maybe you need to think about, calling in sick to work tomorrow.” Mr. Ogre retorts.

I lean away and argue with him as he tries to bind my elbows. I complain and quarrel. Having had enough of my lip, Mr. Ogre grabs my ponytail and shoves a pair of panties into my mouth. Next, white electrical tape is wound around my head, squeezing my face. I stand and try to hop away, but Mr. Ogre easily lifts and tosses me onto the couch. Relatively helpless, Mr. Ogre adds rope to my forearms and elbows; then pulls down my skirt. A chair is brought over, and Mr. Ogre lifts me from the floor. He bends me over the back of the chair and ties me to it. A piece of rope is attached to my hair and pulls my head cruelly back. Pleased with my predicament, Mr. Ogre leaves me to suffer and await my fate.

Keywords: ass, panties, DID, electrical tape, gag, high heels, rope bondage, tape gag, tights, upskirt

0106 - AJ Marion & Claire le Lune

12:56 video

I walk in with Claire le Lune partially bound and toss her onto the leather couch. I sling a leg over her, holding her down.

“Come here. How you doing? I'm going to get real close for just a second.” I gleefully tell Claire as I wrap my arm around her head and push a dark purple ballgag into her mouth. I clasp the gag, push her back down on the couch, and stride away to retrieve more rope.

“Oh, you're such a good girl following directions.” I mock as I grab her long legs, and bind her ankles. Claire whines and writhes on the sofa.

“Oh...you whine so pretty...so pretty...” I tease as I imitate her whimpers.

After grabbing another length of rope, I mount Claire in reverse and sit on her torso. I lash her knees together and run my hands over body. I then leave her to consider her situation.

She squirms and slides on the sofa, sitting up to continue her struggling. Claire lifts her legs in the air and kicks in frustration. She flexes and stretches and moans. Working her way to the floor, she shimmies and bends. Claire rolls around on the rug and rubs her legs against the carpet attempting to release her restraints.

“Look at you! You made it onto the floor.” I state as I reenter the room. I lift Claire by her elbows as she flings her upper body onto the cushions. I shove her with my hip, and she flops completely onto the couch.

“Nice job! That was impressive.” I acknowledge. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Claire shakes her head.

“Damn… Damn!” I snatch the rope I brought with me and maneuver Claire into a better position. I secure the byte to her wrists and pull it taught between her ankles. I'm sure to knot the hogtie away from Claire's exploring fingers. Knowing my captive is completely bound and helpless, I unbutton her blouse and caress her once more.

“Alright, I'll be back for you later.”

Claire blubbers through her ballgag as I leave her bra bare and bound.

0105 - AJ Marion & David Andrews

18:25 video

It's been a while since I've received any bondage bunny training, and my friend David Andrews is more than happy to comply with my request. I sit down at the T bar as instructed and rope is applied to my wrists.
"I'm already wiggling." I grin up at David. "This is either a really good sign, or a really bad sign."
I bounce and rock side to side on my exposed ass. The excited energy moves through my body and is obvious in my wiggling toes and rocking legs. I playfully kick a tights encased foot at David as he settles on the floor preparing to cuff my ankle. Taking the opportunity to tickle the bottom of my foot produces no results.
"Nope. Not today. Maybe some other time." I respond.
I squirm and peek around the T bar, watching David as my ankles are secured to the base corner rings. As he sits next to me to tie my other ankle, I stare at him with a cheshire grin and shake by foot furiously. With three points pinned down, David retrieves a length of rope to lift my knees off the ground.
"Because, I'm not gonna leave it there unless you make me. It's just not gonna happen." I laugh up at David. "At least I'm honest."
I slide around and twist as I'm bound to the banner T. A neck rope pulls my hands in front of my face, further restricting my movement and play. Finally, a waist wrap presses my pelvis into the hard steel. I wriggle and shimmy, exploring what minor maneuverability is left to me. A large purple bandana is crammed in my mouth, and matching vetwrap is wound around my head. My knee ropes are shortened,
completely lifting my legs off the base and further minimizing my movement. I breath and moan through my gag, focusing on maintaining my position.

Keywords: leotard, legwarmers, consensual

0104 - Jeans Bound Damsel Duo - AJ Marion, Zonah Bellum, & Mr Ogre

6:27 video

Starring: AJ Marion , Zonah Bellum, & Mr. Ogre

Purple haired Zonah Bellum struggles on the floor in a reverse prayer tie. She is ballgagged, her legs are bound and bent in a hogtie. Someone struggles in the background, red leopard pumps and dark pants cuffed just below the knee. There is a lot of grunting and squeaking going on behind their ballgagged lips. A larger person seems to be manhandling the woman in the rear. The camera pans and you can see AJ Marion ****with her elbows welded together.

The big man behind AJ slings her onto the couch, and binds her legs together tightly. She is pulled to the floor and her ankles are pulled up into a hogtie around her neck. The whole rig is then anchored to her hips and around her thighs. There isn't a lot of movement that AJ can do at this point, but Zonah rolls over to offer some comfort. The two ladies obviously enjoy each other's company, even if they aren't exactly happy about how they are trapped.

Keywords: ballgag, DID, denim, gag, high heels, jeans, rope bondage

0103 - AJ Marion & Mr Ogre

13:22 video

After coming home to another handmade Valentine from some random guy I met at the market, I wonder if it's time to bring his behavior to the attention of the police. Just as I'm contemplating this, I'm grabbed from behind and shoved down on the table as a ball wrapped cloth is crammed into my mouth. I whine through the gag and struggle with my stalker, but am easily overpowered. He binds my wrists and secures them around my waist. The ropes are tight and dig into my body.

He grabs my ponytail and pulls me to standing, forcing me onto my tiptoes. I squeal and squeak as he pulls my hair. I'm roughly thrust back down bending over the table and my elbows are firmly bound together. With few options, I rummage around in the man's coat pocket.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to go for some more rope?

“You want more rope?”

I mumble a response.

“You're a dirty girl...” he jests.

I find a bundle and throw it across the room. This only serves to irritate him. After tormenting me a touch, he sits me in a chair, and begins binding my knees. I buck and kick and him, but he's removed nearly all of my leverage. My thighs are tethered together as Mr Ogre taunts me with what's to come. As rope is added to my ankles, I stamp my feet and raise my legs in the air, annoying my assailant. After he finishes fastening me to the chair, he leaves me to retrieve more toys for “our” enjoyment.

I strain against the ropes, twisting, turning, and torquing however I'm able. I try to examine my restraints, hoping to glimpse a reachable knot to release. I bang my feet loudly on the wood floor in frustration. I grunt and cry until eventually giving up or wearing out.

0102 - AJ Marion & Lizz Andrews

10:46 video

“I'm so sick of you!” Lizz exclaims as she pushes me down on the leather couch. “Open your fucking mouth.”

She fills my mouth with a teal ballgag and fastens it behind my head and under my chin. She tosses me around and smacks my ass a couple of times before grabbing more rope to restrain me further.

“You don't have to do this.” I mutter, barely intelligible through the gag.

“I do have to do this.” Lizz states matter of factly.

Rope is wrapped around my legs as Lizz explains why I'm here.

“You think you're so bad ass with your butt flexing, and your dance routines, and your little neon colored outfits.”

I twist and shimmy in my bonds as Lizz binds my knees and ankles. My hot pink legwarmers barely keeping the braiding from biting into my body. She leaves me to go and check on the dance competition.

I whine and cry through my gag and strain against my restraints. Lifting my legs high in the air, I point and flex my feet hoping the motion will loosen the ankle ropes. None of my movements provide any release. Writhing and arching, I slide around on the sofa struggling. Eventually, I make my way to the carpet, and soon Lizz returns.

I feebly back away from her, and she deftly grabs my throat. I'm instructed to lie on my belly, and mockingly praised for following directions well as I comply. Lizz uses a final length of rope to put me in a tight hogtie, my wrists nearly touching my ankles.

“Do you see the tears in my eyes?” She queries.

“No!” I bark through the ballgag.

“That's because there aren't any.” She stabs.

She harasses me for a few more moments, grabbing handfuls of my butt and groping my breasts before leaving me once more. I arch high in my hogtie, rocking on my hips. I roll around on the carpet, eventually winding up on my back. Pumping my pelvis in the air to relieve the pressure on my pinned arms, I sob in my situation.