One Model, 46 Minutes
Told to remain at the office even though all her tasks were
completed, Chanel Grey was bored. After she was joined by
an intruder intent on theft, boredom became the least of
Chanel's problems; tied up in her chair, the stunned
was gagged with a knotted cloth. While her unwelcome guest
prowled about the office, Chanel twisted uncomfortably
in the ropes tightened around her slender body. Before her
evening's restraint concluded, the bewildered blonde
struggled barefoot on the floor, finally squirming on her
side while she waited for a rescuer to arrive.
Chanel was still shaken by her shocking office bondage
but tried to put it behind her by preparing for a warm bath.
Seated on the edge of the tub and wearing only a towel, she
shared her emotions with a friend over the phone but
when the call ended, it was the unfriendly visitor who came
calling with rope. Bound and ball-gagged, Chanel wouldn't
be entering the tub that evening; instead, she'd remain
powerless as the knotted coils resisted her efforts to
them. Her contortions did cause the towel to slide off her
naked body, however, and the trussed-up girl's eyes
widened in consternation at her humiliating plight.
Curled up on her bed in red plaid pajamas, Chanel spoke
with her friend about the relief she felt when she learned
that the man responsible for her alarming experiences had
been arrested. Unfortunately for her, the information was
inaccurate because soon after she put down her phone, the
familiar villain reappeared to confine the incredulous girl
with strips of duct-tape wrapped around her arms and legs.
Then he upped the indignity by stuffing cloth into
Chanel's mouth before adding more tape to make sure her
voice was muffled. Once again trapped and helpless, she
rolled around on the bed in her hopeless battle against tape
bondage; a new level of embarrassment ensued when the
pajama-top was unbuttoned to bare her breasts.
Why did Chanel seem so much more relaxed and confident?
Because a good deal of time had passed and she felt
secure because she was house-sitting for a friend in a gated
community. Perhaps Chanel should have guessed that
high metal gates would be no obstacle to a dedicated
purveyor of ropework encounters, then she would have been
astonished to find herself in that too-familiar binding
embrace. Black rope performed the restrictive duty of
Chanel in a chair, where she'd earlier prepared for a
relaxing day in a white top and short denim skirt; microfoam
sealed lips that had become used to the presence of a gag.
Rising on her bare toes, the anxious captive writhed in the
chair until her breasts were bared and the rope web was
augmented. While Chanel's undulations continued, they
began to take on a surprising degree of sensual surrender to
her gagged and bound state.
The secret was out -- bondage had pressed a button in
Chanel's brain that unloosed pleasurable sensations she
hadn't felt before. Deprived of opportunities for
submission, she was dissatisfied so started to tie her
she made progress, her dependable master arrived to
transform her into a bound and naked prize. Chanel first
the couch and tested her bonds with playful vigor, then
knelt in recognition of her new role. Once she lay on her
stomach, her slender bare feet drawn close to her hands by
the hogtie's rope link, Chanel murmured excitedly behind
her tape-gag while portraying a damsel whose pulsed