ROPE! & Other Tales of Bondage and Humiliation


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Under the spell of the ropes, Katherine answered question after question under the administration of Jane and Jessica, who by tickling and prodding managed to get every last detail out of Katherine. Finally, as the sisters giggled and tried to think of a new question, Katherine realized that almost four hours had passed, and that it was past Jane and Jessica's bedtime. Katherine mildly suggested "maybe you guys should untie me now, it's past your bedtime," Almost embarrassed by having to ask. Katherine waited and listened for their footsteps for what felt like an eternity, but she heard nothing come down the stairs.

However, as she was waiting, her mind was focused on other things, specifically how wonderful the rope on her crotch felt. As she slowly shifted positions and felt the comforting pressure of the rope, suddenly her hood was lifted. Katherine's eyes adjusted to the bright light, not to the sight of the two sisters, but to the sight of a maniacally grinning Tyler.

Katherine's mouth suddenly dropped open, and then a cloth was stuffed into her mouth, followed by another cloth being tied around her head, securing the cloth in her mouth. Tasting sweat, Katherine realized that it was a dirty sock that was stuffed into her mouth. The bag was pulled back over her head, and then Tyler whispered in Katherine's ear "Who's in charge now, bitch?

The Real Story Begins added: Panic began to set in as Katherine realized the gravity of her situation: She was handcuffed, gagged, hooded, and hopelessly tied up. Katherine squirmed in her bonds, but Jane and Jessica had done to good of a job and Katherine couldn't get any slack in any of the ropes.

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Tyler laughed a little at Katherine's feeble attempt to escape, and then said "You think you are going to get away, pretty little girl? You think you can just walk up to me and call me names and get away with it? Katherine barely suppressed a shiver at Tyler's words, but she couldn't help but wonder what's she going to do to me? Katherine's mind spun around and around, but before she could think too much she felt herself get lifted up onto Tyler's shoulder.


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She's awfully strong, thought Katherine. Tyler started walking with Katherine, and then Katherine realized that they were going downstairs. Soon, they reached the bottom, and Katherine was tossed down onto a mattress. Her hood was removed, and her eyes began to adjust to the dim light in the basement. Looking around, she saw that she was lying on a bare mattress on a four-corner metal bed, and that there was little else in the basement worth describing. She saw the doorway that Tyler had carried her through, slightly ajar to reveal the staircase behind it.

But what truly alarmed Katherine was how Tyler looked. Tyler had undergone a complete transformation from a simple high school girl who had been wearing nothing to brag about, to a true stunner. Tyler's feet were sporting a killer pair of 4-inch "fuck me" stilettos, and on her legs were a pair of sexy fishnet stockings. Above that Tyler was wearing a red and black dress that revealed more of Tyler than Katherine thought was possible, starting almost at the top of the stockings, and swooping down to reveal almost half of Tyler's boobs.

All in all, Tyler looked like a first class prostitute. But what truly alarmed Katherine was Tyler's sinister grin and what she was holding. Said I might like to use it someday. Well, I suppose that day has finally come, my pretty little girl. Katherine whimpered into her gag, shaking her head no.

But first, let's get you out of those silly clothes, shall we? Tyler then reached over and slipped the knife through the sides of Katherine's blouse, revealing her sexy lace white bra. Suddenly, with quick motions, Tyler sliced of the shorts, and carefully slid them out from under Katherine's crotch rope. And they are soaking wet, too! That damn crotch rope! Katherine thought, blushing even more than before.

Katherine was completely humiliated, tied up and gagged almost naked in front of an 18 year old punk that she was supposed to be babysitting, and to top it all off, her pussy was soaking from all the stimulation it was getting from the rope through it. I think you're actually more of a slut. After all, nobody but a slut would get wet from getting tied up, right slut? She was absolutely humiliated by how her body had betrayed her, but there was nothing that she could do. Tyler nodded her approval, and then began untying the ropes that pinned her legs together. Confused, Katherine watched as Tyler then took her legs and attached them each to different corners using the same jump ropes, flipping Katherine onto her stomach in the process.

Then, Katherine felt Tyler unlock her left hand from her cuffs, then cuff them again, only this time in front of her. Then Tyler began to untie the ropes that bound Katherine's arms to her body, leaving only the crotch rope. Still optimistic, Katherine thought that maybe Tyler was going to let her go now that she had been humiliated.

However, Tyler immediately grabbed Katherine's arms and forced them above her head, where she attached her handcuffs to the headboard using one of the jump ropes. Katherine, confused, tried to see what Tyler was doing, but she was standing directly behind Katherine and was out of her sight.

Suddenly, Katherine heard a faint woosh in the air, and then felt a thunder bolt rip through her body, starting at her ass. Katherine thought as she moaned loudly into her gag in pain. Another woosh, and another bolt rocked through her body, eliciting an even louder groan from Katherine.

Woosh after woosh came, and Katherine felt like she was moaning and groaning in pain constantly, but they just kept on coming for what Katherine thought must have been at least a hundred strokes. Finally, no woosh came, and Katherine looked up weakly. Tyler was standing above her, grinning from ear to ear.

Katherine was shocked that that was only twenty strokes, but before she had any time to respond, Tyler stuffed Katherine's head back into the bag and said "good night, slut! That gave her free reign of the house to do whatever she wanted, including with her new Yes, Tyler thought, she's my pet.

To do with exactly as I please. Tyler glanced at her phone, 9: Tyler knew one store in particular that she knew she needed to visit. After all, Tyler thought, my pet needs proper attire. Claire was one of them now. During the tumult of the protests, many of my colleagues noted class attendance dwindling—not that they particularly minded, since most of us are farther left than even our most sincere little radicals. My class, for seniors writing theses, remained well attended, however. My secret was the same secret that led to record setting enrollments in previous years: Any seniors who wanted to write theses on sexuality in literature?

And then she paused, bit her lip. I really liked The Story of O. It happened so gradually, I barely noticed it. I began meeting with Priya bi-weekly, and then weekly, chatting about her paper, about her other classes, about her on-campus activism. At one point, I noticed my hand on hers. She was talking excitedly about a protest. Another time, I forget exactly when, I mentioned something that clued her in to the fact that I had personal BDSM experience—something about after-care, something that set her eyes shining. Digging myself into a hole. I shut that conversation down pretty fast too.

She wrote her thesis, graduated summa, and I was proud of her. It was a month or two before I saw her again: I was riding my bike to the library, when I like to camp out in the summer months to work, since my apartment has no air conditioning, when I saw her in smart business dress, leading a group of prospective students on a tour. We waved and later, I saw the same group again in the library. She flashed another smile my way and, an hour later, found me again.

It turned out, she had a job at the admissions office. A full time job. Would I like to get lunch with her? Over lunch, our hands found each other again. She invited me over for dinner that evening and I took her up on the offer. In the dark of her bedroom after our first night together, her curled up in the crook of my arm, her breath ragged after our fucking, she asked me to be her dom. I was quiet for a while. Of course, I wanted it.

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She was a joy to be around, sweet and considerate, with a sassy edge that came with intimacy. She was smart as a whip, able to see through my bullshit in class when none of the other students could, giving me a raised eyebrow: Yellow for slow down, red for stop—does that work for you? I ordered her out of bed, told her to turn on the lights. I watched her for a minute, our eyes locked as she touched herself, gasping and whimpering softly. I had already made her cum once and I was surprised at how fast she orgasmed. She nodded, biting her lip, and ran a hand up to her breasts, stroking them softly.

She obeyed, digging her fingers into her flesh, whimpering. She was a natural, tugging at her brown nipples, shuddering in pain and pleasure. I strode over to her, laying my hands on her for the first time since we had begun. I took her by the hair, pulling hard. Gripping her hard by the hair, forcing her head back, almost causing her to lose her balance, I lowered my lips to her ear. She let out a cry and began to shudder. I knew she was cumming. I held her face looking at mine as she came, her pretty features contorting in ecstasy. She obeyed as I went to my jeans, and slid my belt out of the loops.

I heard her breathing, ragged and hungry as I approached her leaking body, the scent of her pussy heavy in the air as I ran my belt over her thighs and up to her plump little ass. I struck her rear softly, hearing the moans of disappointment, before amping up my blows—not to the point that I would leave lasting welts, but enough that her butt visibly swelled under the rain of slaps. She cried out with each blow, adding in the number at the end.

We stopped at sixteen—eight on each cheek. She was trembling very slightly as I took hold of her hips. She groaned as I slid my cock into her for the second time that night. Whereas before, I had looked her in the eyes and kissed her slowly as we fucked, now I began to pound her, grabbing her by the hair from behind as I rode her. Finally, I pulled out of her. I pulled her by her hair back onto the floor, flinging her like a rag doll as I pressed my slick cock between her lips, forcing her to taste her own juices as she began to obediently suck me.

With a groan, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it with a smile. Afterwards, I held her close—after-care, there it was again—and she curled herself up against my chest, burying her face in my chest hair. So, that summer, we continued to see one another. We continued our play sessions, nearly every single day, and at the end of the summer, she had accepted a job across the country working at a start up. We broke up then, so to speak—it was her first real job out of college, in a new city, and I had no illusions about the new people and experiences she might want to meet and have. I was planning on going to a rope social.

Outside my clothing, unfortunately. She was shy, and not much of an exhibitionist, so it took some convincing. But a couple minutes later, I had her clothes, and she was standing nude in front of a dozen people. I was even a little concerned, because I discovered that she had only had one leg, so we were tying up and abusing a poor little handicapped girl.

And not much would have shocked me at this point! She asked for her clothes back, but I refused to hand over her panties. So instead she put on her shirt, and an apron she found in the kitchen.

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So as we watched the other partygoers move on to the next victim, I slipped next to her, and caressed her back and ass. For ease of access, I then got on my knees beside her, and we both quietly watched the festivities. Meanwhile I worked my way between her legs, playing with her labia, and feeling her wetness which was now almost dripping. Soon I slipped a couple fingers inside of her, while playing with her clit. Wetness ran down my hand.

As we watched in silence, nobody could see precisely what I was doing behind her apron, but most people had an idea…. Eventually I gave her her panties back, and to my dismay she got dressed. People were getting tied up, spanked, whipped, and every vibrator had its batteries fully depleted. I even got paddled for a bit, which was a first, and I learned it does nothing for me.

It was a BDSM social, after all. When things wound down, many people stayed the night. We climbed into it, I stripped down to my underwear, and she took off her leg and pants. Then as people sleepily walked past to get water or whatever from the attached kitchen, we spooned under the covers. So much body contact! She still wearing her panties, but my hand slipped underneath them soon enough. Touching her and playing with her. When it seemed people were finished getting their midnight snacks, I reached down and pulled off her underwear.

Rock hard, I pushed into her dripping pussy, and we quietly fucked. I held her tight as I thrust inside of her, silently hoping nobody would see what we were doing under the covers in the dimness. She slipped her underwear back on just in time for the front door to open. A friend of hers, who was too late for the social, walked in. She jumped out of bed, and hopped on her one leg over to him, too excited to put on her prosthetic. Others came to see who came in. After everyone went to bed and things died down again, she fell asleep in my arms, quite happy that the room was cool enough to rely on each other to stay warm.

Some time later, in the pitch black of night, I woke up hard as stone. She was still asleep in my arms, unmoving. Should I take advantage of this situation? Take advantage of a submissive, sleeping, helpless, and even handicapped girl? Yes, I think I will. I slid my hand back under her panties, and sure enough, she was still moist between her pussy lips. I rubbed her softly, and after a bit she responded with soft moans and gentle rocking.

Unsure if she was fully awake, but knowing she was responding favorably, I pulled the covers off of us. I climbed on top of her, uncaring if someone walked in at this point.

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Pointing my erection at her dripping pussy, I lowered myself onto her. She moaned, and reached up to hold me. For the second time that night, we became one. I helped her get her panties back on, and we fell asleep together again.

Though people suspected, considering the sleeping arrangement. At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends. It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker. Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having. At some point during the night, I make a joke at the expense of Jack.

Some insult about his taste in music, just trying to tease a reaction out of him. His face gets so comically serious that I start laughing. Just to make a point I pull my red hair up away from my neck and show it off. Aaron comes back with a studded black belt, swinging it like an idiot. He hands it to Jack, who gives it a few exaggerated cracks. We all laugh, ready to begin whatever comedy bit we think is about to come. He nearly drops his drink. I gasp, my eyes instantly watering. Jack lets off the belt, wiggling his fingers underneath the part around my neck, giving me an inch or two to breathe.

I realize that this has escalated past a joke. He sits down on my couch, pulling me along with him. But before I can reach where I was sitting, he points to the floor. At this point, my brain has ceased proper function.

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Jack and Aaron are laughing at the look on my face. After a few minutes, I am calm enough to take part in the conversation. Things seem almost unnervingly casual. At some point, I let out a huge yawn. Before I can even finish, Jack yanks hard on the belt. The punishment aspect is delicious. I even start yawning deliberately every now and then just to feel him tug hard on my neck. More rules come as the night goes on. Every time I make a joke at his expense, I get a few extra seconds without breath. He stands up, pulls up on the belt, and has me stumble outside beside him on the porch.

No coat, and even worse, no bra. I cross my arms and scowl. I realize that if I really wanted to, I could just slip the belt right off and be done with it. But Christ… it just feels so fucking good. My head is literally spinning at this point. After a few minutes, he finally finishes his cigarette. I follow back inside, where Aaron is laid out on the love seat, reading on his phone. Before being prompted, I drop down to the floor, right at the spot where Jack was sitting previously. He sits, and I sidle myself between his legs, lying my head on his thigh, not speaking a word. Hell, I am officially a pet, at least for tonight.

The phone in my waistband starts buzzing. Aaron is texting me. I put the phone down immediately, and the tension lessens. So texts are a no, too. A total of three hours goes by like this. Jack and Aaron having completely normal conversations, me trying my best to join in despite being very, very distracted. Jack seems to be really enjoying himself. His power boner is in full force. The next thirty minutes become a slow crawl up to his dick. He pulls me a little closer, centimeter by centimeter, every minute or so.

Pretty soon my face is laying directly on his crotch, me trying hard to keep still, only moving when he pulls me. I sit like than for another twenty, my face basically forced into his hardness, my breath going through his jeans. The tugs of the belt drag my face over his cock. I start running my tongue across it, hoping he can feel it. Aaron is still sitting there, still as a statue, watching. His breathing goes shallow when he hears the wet noises of my mouth kissing cock.

Without warning Jack unzips his pants and pulls his cock out of his underwear. What follows now is a forty minute blowjob starring me, officially the most patient girl in the world, now finally getting my payoff. The belt goes slack as I worship his cock, licking patterns up his shaft and sucking hard as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. The alcohol that had burned my throat earlier makes it painful yet so satisfying as his cock reaches deep. He deep throats me over and over and over again.

He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up. He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-. Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand.

Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me. He unwraps the belt from my neck. Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I cant believe that it might happen again.

The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight. A very horny, somewhat lazy, curious to a fault, college student. I lived at home and had just started waiting tables at a restaurant, I took 4 classes at a local community college and played video games on the weekends and at night. When I say sex, I mean bondage. Of course, I was still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I liked being tied up, and loved how women looked bound.

So, when I was 13 and got cable internet and my own computer, I went berserk. Through high school I would, occasionally, get to tie up whatever girlfriend I had at the time. I joined any and every bdsm and fetish website I could find that had forums or dating aspects to it. This was before websites like okcupid, tinder, and fetlife were around, right at the advent of myspace. So it was to my great surprise that a woman had taken a liking to me. Janet Miss Janet, or Mistress Janet was 47, lived in Philadelphia a 3 hour drive from where I was , and had extreme expertise in traditional rope bondage.

We met on a rope bondage forum that had a specific thread and portion of its website for meeting like minded individuals. The very early egg to online dating, looking back on it. She was very visible on the forum, and as a way to prove my masculinity and how kinky I was, I would send her pictures of myself. I had a cheap gag, she saw me gagged. I had a small, pink, buttplug.

She saw my butt plugged. I had a plastic, locking chastity device. She made sure I locked myself up. I loved the attention. I was a bit skeptical. To this day it is still a rarity that a young male finds an actual domme female, right? I still wondered why this woman, who had plenty of partners, would take interest in a year old boy who lived miles away. I would find out the week after I turned I drove the 3 or so hours to Philadelphia to spend a weekend with a stranger.

I was insatiably horny and struggled to not jerk off for the few days leading up to my visit. I was incredibly nervous, more for the drive than for actual visit, just hoping my 15 year old Acura would last the trip. Miss Janet requested I arrive at 11 am sharp, so at Her apartment was in an old, refurbished brick building. The first floor of which were various shops, a deli, and a casual restaurant.

She lived on the third floor in an open-floor plan, massive studio apartment. The windows let in light and let out views of a park and the city. I still think about this apartment, it was absolutely fantastic. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet. Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment.

We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed. It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery.

Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage. I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally. There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing.

She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless. I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time. My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight.

Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted. I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right.

I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict.

Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea.

My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle.


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Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle.

As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place. The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys.

Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings. Probably left over from the last owner.

Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically. Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work.

I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter.

I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning.

Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek. I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn.

Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon. The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media.

I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists. With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs.

With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile.

Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over.

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