61 Minutes, Two Models
The Diva practices her wicked ropecraft on two of her sweetest subjects!
Sharp-eyed collector Amarna Miller enthused on the phone about her
latest and
greatest coup -- acquiring for small change a leather jacket once worn by the
King,
Elvis himself! But Amarna wouldn't enjoy her treasure for long because out of
the
shadows stepped Dangerous Diva, rope in hand! Off came the jacket, quickly
replaced by
ropes that the Diva wound around her wrists and arms as the little redhead
stood
barefoot and intimidated in her clutches! After gagging Amarna with duct tape,
the
Masked Mistress of Creative Crime escorted her to the next room, seated her
on the floor
and bound her ankles; delighted by her new plaything, the Diva caressed the
struggling
girl's body as she envisioned Amarna deprived of her clothing!
The Diva wasted no time in realizing her fantasy; pink flesh bared, Amarna
stood
trembling before the dominant woman in black, who trussed her with zealous
expertise!
With Amarna trapped in rope and supported by a tether above her head, the
Diva donned
her priceless jacket and taunted the bound nude, then swiftly strapped a shiny
red
ball-gag between her lips! After caressing Amarna's rope-framed breasts and
testing the
impact of the crotch-rope she'd so thoughtfully installed, the wicked lady
happily
watched the subject of her naughty scheme writhe, rotate and drool in her
bondage!
At last it was time for the Diva to move on to other conquests, but she
made sure
that Amarna wouldn't be contacting the authorities anytime soon. Tied naked
and tape-
gagged, Amarna sat on top of a kitchen island and received a farewell fondling
from the
woman she'd never forget! The Diva's final ropework initiative folded Amarna's
legs
close to her chest, an alteration that allowed the malicious burglar to tilt her
toy
back for an interlude of leering pussy exposure! Then she was gone, leaving
Amarna to
strain unsuccessfully against Dangerous Diva's legacy of humiliating restraint!
Ah, Phoebe Queen, you should have known that probing into such a
sensitive area
as Dangerous Diva's secret identity would end badly! One moment the intrepid
little
journalist was excitedly examining a DVD that supposedly contained vital
clues relating
to that subject; the next she was biting a knotted black cleave-gag courtesy of
the
indignant Crime Queen herself! Once she had the bespectacled brunette's
torso
thoroughly subdued with rope, the Diva stripped Phoebe of her high heels,
then leaned
her against the wall and tied her ankles! As Phoebe wriggled on tiptoe, the
object of
her curiosity towered over her and assertively handled her accessible chest!
Curled up
on the floor, Phoebe could only watch as the Diva examined her laptop to
make sure that
there'd been no breakthrough on the identity front!
Her mission to maintain secrecy a success, the Diva rewarded herself with
playtime at Phoebe's expense. Once the luscious little lady was deprived of
everything
she was wearing except her glasses, her very unwelcome visitor roped up
Phoebe on top of
her desk! After she exchanged the glasses for a ball-gag, the Diva's gloved
fingers
wandered freely back and forth across a pair of perky breasts while Phoebe
murmured her
objections! The mischievous cat-suited malefactor satisfied herself that
Phoebe's bare
feet were both soft and ticklish before concluding her seminar on Mind Your
Own Business
by placing the sadder but wiser snooper on her stomach and hogtying her!
DVD in hand,
the Diva soon departed, her last and memorable glance at Phoebe showing a
vigorously-
arching little nude undoubtedly wishing that she'd never heard of a certain
notorious
Woman In Black!