The amazing Jenni C is back! And she looks hotter than ever!! Time to belt her up, strap her in, and never let her go again! It has been too long! We strap her arms to her sides, and her wrists to her thighs! With her knees and ankles strapped too, she can only wriggle around like a worm! This is BeltBound!! The best models in the world, helpless in leather bondage! We are actually very proud to have Jenni C on our website, and even more proud of the fact that she keeps coming back! She really loves bondage!
London River is a fucked up pig. A sex up, sweaty pig. She's straining to hold herself up because the metal collar around her neck doesn't let her sit, squat, or stand upright, it just locks her into some terrible middle position.
He wants to put her through some rigorous ties and if he's going to keep his promise that it "won't take too long" she is going to have to deal with switching positions, tension points, and predicaments rapidly.
She is starting to get more convinced as she stands he up on their toes, an electrified wire strung right beneath their heels, just waiting to send a jolt of electricity through their body.
Being a private dancer is not easy. Guys are always being so touchy. No matter how many times you tell them to keep their hands to themselves they are always putting their hands on you. When OT hired me to come back to his studio he seemed like a respectful enough guy. Wow was I ever wrong about him!
When my dance was over he wasn't happy. I guess his logic was that I shouldn't be happy either. He put me in leather cuffs and strapped my legs together. He attached my neck to something above my head with a harsh metal cord. Then he removed my dress. Not by sliding it off. He ripped it from my body.
Each position he put me in was harder than the last. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but it started to become more clear. He wanted to punish me for not letting him touch me. What a cruel sadistic prick.
Jack Hammer has never been shy about showing a girl a good time. Maxine is going to get the royal treatment. It isn't just a few lines of rope around her limbs.
Violet Monroe doesn't know what to do when she finds herself completely immobilized by shackles holding down her arms and legs. She thrashes them around, looking around for someone to help her, panicked at not having control over her body.
She caresses their back adoringly, admiring how cute her date is, before it occurs to her that they might not be thinking the same about her, and goes to grab the cattle prod just to be sure.