44 Minutes, One Model
Staci Carr wanted an important interview; instead, she received an
initiation into roped and gagged servitude!
When ambitious reporter Staci Carr's offered an interview with a
power broker, she can't resist the opportunity. Does she start having
thoughts when she's tape-gagged before being taken to the location of
interview? Or when the location turns out to be an empty house where
to a chair?
Merely precaustions required by the interviewee, explains the towering
intermediary who escorts her to the house -- but when he takes a phone
casually informs Staci that his boss will be delayed indefinitely, she must
she's made a huge mistake!
Instead of an interview with an important man, Staci receives a
introduction to naked bondage courtesy of her hooded host! Divested of
and underwear, the dazed Staci teeters on heeled sandals, her hands
her head to a wooden structure in the vacant house. Cleave-gagged Staci
whimpers and attempts to twist away from the scammer when he ices her
but despite her vigorous resistance, the slender blonde's trapped in the
web of her
Things couldn't get much worse for Staci, right? Wrong! A ball-
bound package of writhing nudity, the disillusioned journalist kneels on a
tethered to the woodwork above her. Despite her struggling, Staci can't
ice chips pressed against her breasts and soles by the strange character
turned her life upside down; her uncontrollable drooling tinges Staci's
Staci gets a break from the demands of standing or kneeling when
transferred to a large empty room, tape-gagged and tied up on the carpet.
change isn't all that pleasant for the beleaguered heroine because she's
seated and energetically kicking up her feet for a few minutes when the
several more lengths of rope severely limits her mobility! Embraced by a
sadder but wiser Staci rolls awkwardly onto her side and silently curses
interview that she now knows will never happen.
When Staci walked tape-gagged into the house hours earlier, she had
hopes for a journalistic coup despite her peculiar situation. But the hope's
vanished along with her clothing and now she lies on her stomach, wrists
behind her back, ankles crossed and hitched to the handle of a glass door
mouth hidden by microfoam tape wrapped around her blonde tresses!
leaving, the creative evildoer who's conned Staci so successfully can't
altering her restraint so that the unfortunate nude reporter's angry eyes
out the door as she arches in a hogtie!