Bound on the Bondage Bed in the Bolero Straitjacked

54 photos; 8:51 video

My arms were strictly bound in a bolero straitjacket – crossed and locked securely in front, shoulders pulled tight, elbows cinched, wrists fused, no movement possible.My legs were pressed tightly together with wide leather belts – one at the knees, one at the ankles – crushing them into one unyielding line, no separation.My mouth was stuffed with a very large ballgag – jaws stretched wide, drool gathering immediately.Then a leather mask was laced tightly over it – only the mouth opening left, exposing the cruel ballgag perfectly, muffling every sound into faint, desperate “nnnfffffffff”.Over my most sensitive spot: the remote-controlled vibrator strapped mercilessly tight – humming constantly, keeping me in a state of permanent, maddening arousal.There was nothing I could do against it – no shifting away, no stopping the waves, no relief.I tugged at the straitjacket, arched against the leather belts, whimpered into the gag and mask – all in vain.The restraints bit deeper, the vibrator owned my body completely.No escape.No mercy.Just strict leather, a sealed mouth, and endless, merciless arousal.

Bound and Fuc..... by the Trembler 2026

46 photos; 9:42 video

I lay helpless on my bondage bed, completely encased in a shiny black PVC catsuit that clung to every curve like a second skin.My hands were fixed to the sides with cable ties – wrists secured tightly, no chance to pull free.My legs were crossed and bound with more cable ties – thighs, knees, ankles crushed together in one unyielding line.The knee-high ballet boots locked my feet into an extreme stretched position – toes pointed painfully, arches straining with every futile attempt to move.My mouth was first stuffed and sealed with tape pressed firmly over my lips.Then the muffle harness was strapped on top – the thick leather pad filling what was left, the straps buckled so tight that only the faintest, desperate “nnnfffffffff” could escape.Over my most sensitive spot, the Trembler was strapped mercilessly tight – a relentless masturbator/milker with a freshly charged battery, humming constantly, keeping me in a state of permanent, maddening arousal.There was nothing I could do against it – no shifting away, no stopping the waves, no relief.I tugged at the cable ties, arched against the ballet boots, whimpered into the muffle harness – all in vain.The PVC squeaked with every movement, the restraints bit deeper, the vibrator owned my body completely.No escape.No mercy.Just glossy black PVC, tight cable ties, extreme ballet boots, a sealed mouth, and endless, merciless arousal.

Helpless in Tape Blindfold and Tapegag

65 photos; 9:37 video

Right in the middle of my vacation – trapped on the bed, completely at the mercy of my own restraints.Ultra-shiny PVC leggings cling tightly to my legs, topped with a short, extremely glossy PVC dress that crackles and reflects with every desperate little movement.My legs are brutally crushed together: heavy padlockable leather cuffs with solid padlocks lock my ankles tight, while a wide leather belt is mercilessly cinched around my knees – not a single millimeter of freedom remains.My hands are buried deep in strict mitts, wrapped and sealed with layer after layer of silver iso-tape – fingers completely useless, XXXX into helpless fists. On top of that, the cuffs are chained together in front with another heavy padlock.Mouth and eyes? Completely covered with multiple thick layers of the same silver iso-tape – blind, mute, only stifled, pathetic “hnnnnffff” sounds escaping. No words. No sight. Nothing.A vibrator is locked firmly in place and runs relentlessly, keeping me permanently right on the edge… paired with nipple clamps that tug and bite harder with every twitch, every breath, driving the arousal even deeper into torture.I twist, squirm, buck, whimper silently into the tape gag – all of it completely pointless. The glossy PVC stretches and shines with every movement, the leather digs in deeper, the tape refuses to give even a fraction. No escape.Only endless, agonizing arousal, total helplessness, and gleaming, brutally tight restraints.Pure PVC bondage hell. No mercy. Just edge. Just suffering.
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After the Fantasy Con

33 photos; 9:24 video

I woke up after the long Fantasycon party – and realized the night wasn’t over yet.I lay on the bed, chained tight with cold steel chains.My hands were sealed in short fingerless leather gloves, and a tight leather restraint pulled both wrists brutally close together – no play, no chance.In my mouth was a truly massive ballgag – my jaw already aching, saliva gathering, only muffled, wet “hnnnnffff” escaping.Of course I was still wearing the glossy lacquer overknees – and my legs were extremely tightly strapped with the padlockable wide leather belts – thighs, knees, ankles – everything one single, gleaming column.And then the vibrator started – strapped extremely tight in my crotch with a leather harness, buzzing relentlessly, keeping me in permanent edge mode while I tugged wildly at the restraints.I jerked, whimpered, fought – all in vain.The chains clinked, the belts bit deeper, the ballgag stretched my jaw even more.No escape. No cry for help. Just me, the bed, the lacquer boots, and the endless vibration… waiting for release that might never come.Close-Ups You’ll Replay:

• Fingerless leather gloves under the tight leather restraint
• Massive ballgag filling my mouth
• Lacquer overknees gleaming under the leather belts
• Vibrator harness strapped mercilessly tight

Hands Tapped and Hemp Rope Bondage Outdoor

74 photos; 9:07 video

The black wetlook catsuit gleamed like liquid oil, the tight black corset cinched me in, and the knee-high black patent ballet boots without heels XXXX me onto extreme pointe – walking? Impossible. Every attempt ended in trembling balance.My mouth was first stuffed with a thick ballgag, then wrapped extremely tight with 10 cm wide glossy black iso-tape around my head – lips flattened, jaw aching, only muffled, wet “hnnnnffff”.My hands were individually taped straight – fingers extended, palms flat, layer after layer until they looked like smooth, stiff paddles.The main bondage was rough hemp rope:

• Hands tied together and fixed to a wide belt – exactly where the remote-controlled vibrator was strapped
• Upper arms bound sideways to my body at breast height – chest thrust forward, arms completely immobile
• Legs pressed knalleng together – ropes at the ankles, under and above the knees – the ballet boots squeezed against each other, not a centimetre of play

Hogtied, Tapegagged and Tape Blindfolded

73 photos; 9:11 video

I lay there – completely helpless in a strict hogtie that gave me no chance at all.My hands were locked behind my back in cold steel cuffs, my ankles pressed together with padlockable wide leather straps. A short, heavy chain connected the hand and foot restraints, pulling me into a tight arch – the more I struggled, the deeper it bit.My mouth was brutally wrapped with multiple layers of glossy silver tape around my head – lips crushed flat, no sound, only muffled, wet “hnnnnffff”.
My eyes? The same silver tape as a perfect blindfold – total darkness, no orientation, just the feeling of tight restraint.
Between my bound thighs, as always, the remote-controlled vibrator hummed – sometimes soft, sometimes brutal – turning every movement into sweet torment.
I writhed, pulled at the restraints, whimpered into the tape – all in vain.
The hogtie held, the silver tape stayed perfect, the vibrator never stopped.9 minutes and 10 seconds of pure, glossy, silent desperation – bound, blind, vibrating… and nobody came to release me.Tags: Hogtie Bondage, Steel Cuffs, Padlockable Leather Straps, Silver Tape Wrap Gag, Silver Tape Blindfold, Remote Vibrator, Helpless Struggle, Crossdresser Bondage

Helplessly Taped to the Relaxchair

66 photos; 9:52 video

I was just lying on the deck chair, … and suddenly I was trapped.My arms and hands were wrapped in wide black electrical tape all the way past the elbows (one stiff, glossy column) and then taped sideways to the armrests. Not a single millimetre of movement left.My mouth? First a huge ballgag stretching my jaws to the limit, then multiple layers of ultra-sticky black tape wrapped brutally tight around my head – perfectly sealed, only wet, muffled “hnnnnnffff” escapes.My legs were locked in heelless ballet boots and crushed together with wide black leather straps – thighs, knees, ankles – the boots pressed so hard against each other I couldn’t even flex a toe.And the cherry on top: between my tightly bound thighs the cruel masturbator was fixed rock-solid with silver electrical tape – it ran… and ran… and ran… keeping me permanently aroused, permanently frustrated, permanently helpless.The sun burned down on the shiny tape while I squirmed, moaned, drooled behind the gag – everything in vain.Glossy, dripping desperation on the deck chair… and nobody came to save me.Tags:Heelless Ballet Boots, Black Electrical Tape, Stuffed Ballgag + Tape Seal, Leather Straps, Locked Masturbator, Deck Chair Bondage, Endless Arousal, Total Helplessness, Crossdresser Bondage

Chairbondage with real tight Gag, that was a long silent Sunday

90 photos; 10:00 video

The short patent dress gleamed like liquid black, riding higher with every helpless every squirm.My hands were sealed in short fingerless leather bondage gloves, then locked behind the chair back with padlockable leather cuffs – useless, glossy, and utterly trapped.My legs? Pressed together as tightly as possible and strapped to one single chair leg with wide black leather cuffs – thighs, knees, ankles – no gap, no mercy, the patent squeaking against itself with every tiny twitch.Between my bound thighs the remote-controlled vibrator hummed happily – sometimes soft, sometimes brutal – and I could do absolutely nothing about it.My mouth was first wrapped in multiple layers of wide tape, then the heavy leather muzzle harness was buckled over it – the thick panel crushed everything flat, turning every sound into wet, muffled “hnnnnffff”.I pulled, struggled, moaned into perfect silence – nothing helped.As a little “reward”, the soft black leather blindfold came last – everything went black.No sight.No voice.Only the shiny patent dress riding higher, the legs squeezed together, the fingerless gloves flexing uselessly… and the endless, cruel buzz between my thighs.14 minutes and 11 seconds of glossy, silent, hopeless surrender – and the night was only just beginning.Tags: Patent Dress, Short Fingerless Bondage Gloves, Legs Tightly Bound to Chair Leg, Muzzle Harness Gag, Tape Wrap, Remote Vibrator, Chair Bondage, Leather Blindfold, Helpless Moaning, Crossdresser Bondage

Helpless in my Bolero Armbinder on the Terrace

105 photos; 15:13 video

The night air on the terrace is cool… and I’m the burning-hot, helpless centerpiece.My tight black faux-leather dress clings like a second skin, the red zippers over my nipples wide open. Steel clamps bite down hard, linked by a heavy chain that spells “BITCH” in bold letters. Every tiny shiver makes the chain jingle and the clamps sink deeper.Shiny faux-leather leggings disappear into knee-high heelless ballet boots my feet XXXX onto extreme pointe, calves trembling, toes already singing that sweet song of pain.The bondage is merciless perfection:

• Ankles locked in wide leather cuffs with a padlock, a short chain running straight to the metal railing no step possible
• Two broad black leather straps crush my legs together above and below the knees so tight they feel like one solid column
• My arms swallowed by a strict leather bolero monoglove elbows pulled close (but not quite touching), hands fused behind my back, shoulders arched, chest thrust proudly forward
• My mouth stretched to its limit by a massive 55 mm red ballgag, strap cranked viciously tight every word reduced to wet, drooling “hnnnffff”

Helpless Bondage Vibrator Torment – Adidas Faux Leather Dress & Shiny Leggings

65 photos; 8:18 video

8 minutes of unrelenting submission in crystal-clear 4K! Our gorgeous submissive kneels upright in a skintight Adidas faux leather dress over black shiny leggings that gleam like liquid vinyl with every twitch. Completely helpless, a vibrator under the hem works relentlessly on her crotch, driving her to multiple squirting orgasms with zero chance of resistance.Scene Details:Her hands are locked in thick, padded leather mitts, secured with padlocks and connected behind her back by another lock. A wide leather strap pulls her elbows tightly together, thrusting her breasts against the glossy faux leather. In her mouth, a massive 60mm ball gag turns every cry into muffled, throaty moans – no drool, just pure, controlled helplessness.Knees and feet are bound exclusively with black leather straps, cinched tight to lock her in a rigid upright kneeling position—hard leather on slick leggings. Beneath the short Adidas hem, the vibrator presses directly against her crotch, pulsing in merciless waves and forcing continuous squirting orgasms. Her body trembles, the faux leather and leggings crackle with every spasm—no visible sweat on her thighs thanks to the opaque, glossy sheath. All she can do is hope someone eventually frees her… or keeps going.
Perfect for fans of Heavy Leather Bondage, Adidas Fetish, Shiny Leggings, Ballgag Control

Tape Gagged, Hooded and XXXX to Orgasm

55 photos; 11:21 video

It was supposed to be a calm session, but my Mistress had other plans.I was restrained on a small bench, my wrists locked tightly behind my back in rigid cuffs. My elbows were pulled close together and secured with leather straps until I could barely move my arms. My legs were fixed firmly to each side of the bench, keeping me completely in place.My mouth was sealed with layers of tape, wrapped around my head until silence was absolute. Over it, a heavy leather hood was laced tightly, enclosing my head completely and leaving me in darkness and stillness.Finally, the masturbator was added — a reminder that every part of me was under control, every movement watched and decided by her. There was no escape, only surrender.

Bound and Fuc..... by the Trembler

97 photos; 8:33 video

It was an outdoor session on a quiet day, and my Mistress decided that this time I should spend it completely restrained on the deck chair.My arms were enclosed in long leather bondage gloves reaching up to the elbows. Then, with careful precision, they were secured to the sides of the chair with zipties so that I could no longer move them at all. My legs were drawn tightly together, leaving me unable to shift or change position.Finally, my mouth was sealed firmly with layers of tape — silent, still, and exposed to the open air.I could only lie there, feeling the tension in every restraint, the air around me, and the weight of total helplessness. There was nothing to do but wait, breathe, and accept the situation completely.But that was not all, Mistress added a Trembler too. So i was helpless on the mercy of that mean milking machine and there was nothing i could do against it.......

Helpless bound on the Bondage Chair with a tight Tapegag

49 photos; 9:56 video

In this update I am strapped tightly into a strict bondage chair, dressed head to toe in shiny black fetish wear: patent overknee boots, a tight lacquer corset, and a short black skirt that only emphasizes my helplessness.
My arms are locked behind the chair in severe leather bondage gloves, pulled tight until there is no chance of movement. My mouth is brutally sealed under layers of tape, the gag pressed so firmly that not a single sound can escape – only faint, frustrated whimpers.
My legs are locked together in heavy leather cuffs, secured with padlocks so that even the smallest struggle is impossible. Every attempt to move only reminds me of how tightly I am restrained.
Between my legs, a vibrator buzzes constantly, strapped in place and remotely controlled. Every pulse, every sudden change of rhythm takes me deeper into despair and arousal. There is no way to resist, no way to control it – I am left completely exposed and at the mercy of the vibrations.
A dark and merciless update, full of strict leather bondage, heavy gagging, and relentless teasing – perfect for anyone who craves the sight of true helplessness.

Relax in Tape Bondage

72 photos; 8:17 video

Mistress wanted me completely at her mercy — and she choose nothing but tape to make it happen.First, she XXXX my arms together in front of me and started wrapping. Layer after layer, tighter and tighter, until the tape covered me all the way up past the elbows. My arms were welded together, stiff, heavy, and completely useless.My legs received the same cruel treatment. Mistress wound the tape from ankles to thighs, pinning them into one solid column before sliding my feet into the painful ballet boots. Standing, moving, or even shifting was now impossible.Then came the gag. My mouth was sealed brutally with roll after roll of tape, wound tightly around my head until my lips, cheeks, and jaw disappeared under the layers. Every sound I tried to make was crushed into a pathetic muffled whimper.As a final, sadistic touch, Mistress clipped clamps to my nipples. Each twitch, each wriggle pulled them harder. The tape bondage held me immobile, the ballet boots XXXX me into pain, the gag condemned me to silence, and the clamps guaranteed every second hurt just a little more.There I was: bound, gagged, taped, silenced, and suffering. No chance of escape. No chance of calling for help. Just the reality of being reduced to a helpless toy, tightly packaged in tape for Mistress’s pleasure.

Helpless and exposed on my bondage bed

96 photos; 9:24 video

My hands were locked away inside strict pink leather mitts, secured with steel cuffs and chained to the top of the bedframe. My legs were bound tightly pressed together with wide black leather straps, and a heavy chain fixed them to the lower edge of the bed ” no movement, no escape.My mouth was sealed with multiple layers of black tape, wrapped firmly around my head until not a single sound could escape. Every desperate cry was reduced to weak, muffled whimpers.Between my thighs, the cruel vibrator hummed endlessly, teasing and tormenting me without pause. Dressed in my shiny black-and-purple lacquer body, I could only lie there bound, gagged, and trembling completely at Mistress mercy.

Steel Shackles and Chains

87 photos; 7:52 video

The cold bite of steel greeted me first.My ankles were locked in heavy shackles, my thumbs pinched mercilessly in tight thumb cuffs, and my wrists imprisoned by broad metal restraints that felt as if they had been forged just for me. Thick, unyielding chains connected everything, pulling my limbs into submission and reminding me with every rattle that there was no escape.Then came the gag. My mouth was stuffed and sealed, layers of tape wrapped tightly around my head until my jaw ached and not even the faintest cry could escape. Breathing was possible—but speaking, pleading, or begging was a distant fantasy.And just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, Mistress strapped a vibrator firmly between my legs. The constant hum sent pulses of unwanted pleasure through my body, teasing me, tormenting me, making me squirm against my bonds. But the chains held fast, the cuffs bit deeper, and every futile movement only heightened my helplessness.All I could do was moan into my gag, my eyes betraying the mix of frustration and arousal she had so carefully crafted. There was no relief, no release—only the endless rhythm of steel, tape, and vibration, exactly as Mistress intended.

Bedbound with tight Leather Belts on the Bed

81 photos; 8:54 video

I thought I knew what strict bondage felt like—until Mistress strapped me down to the bed with so many leather belts, I couldn’t move an inch.My hands were locked behind my back in cold steel cuffs, making sure I couldn’t even dream of escape.My arms and legs were pinned so tightly, every little movement just made the restraints dig in deeper.But that wasn’t enough.A powerful vibrator was strapped right between my legs, teasing and tormenting me with every relentless pulse.And my mouth was sealed with layer after layer of tape, wrapped so tightly around my head that not even the faintest cry for help could escape. Every desperate plea was reduced to a helpless, muffled sound.All I could do was struggle, whimper, and endure—completely at Mistress’s mercy.No words, no hope, just the overwhelming sensation of being gagged, chained, and used for her pleasure.

Mouth stuffed with a large Foam Ball

80 photos; 8:17 video

I didn’t even have a chance to protest before Mistress began. She strapped me down to a small bench, locking my hands away in strict leather bondage mitts and pinning me in place with heavy leather straps. My feet were XXXX into unforgiving ballet boots, toes pointed, legs trembling with tension.Then came the gag—a massive foam ball shoved deep into my mouth, sealed tight with layer after layer of clear tape wrapped tightly around my head. Every whimper was reduced to a muffled moan; escape was simply not an option.Mistress wasn’t done yet. Nipple clamps bit into my most sensitive places, connected so I felt every twitch and movement. And between my legs, the relentless Domi2 was fixed perfectly in place, pulsing and vibrating with every helpless squirm.All I could do was struggle in my restraints, drool behind my gag, and take whatever Mistress decided to give me. No words, no escape, just complete surrender—helpless, exposed, and utterly at her mercy.
Deutsche Version:Ich hatte keine Chance, mich zu wehren, bevor meine Herrin begann. Mit strengen Lederfäustlingen wurden meine Hände vollkommen nutzlos gemacht und anschließend fesselte sie mich mit schweren Lederriemen fest an eine kleine Sitzbank. Meine Füße steckten in gnadenlosen Ballet Boots, die Zehen durchgestreckt, die Beine angespannt und zittrig von der ungewohnten Position.Dann kam der Knebel – ein riesiger Schaumstoffball wurde mir tief in den Mund gestopft und mit mehreren Lagen durchsichtigem Tape fest um meinen Kopf versiegelt. Jeder Laut wurde zu einem dumpfen Stöhnen, jede Flucht unmöglich.Doch das war noch längst nicht alles. An meinen empfindlichsten Stellen zwickten schmerzhafte Nippelklammern, jede BeweXXXXg ließ sie noch fester ziehen. Zwischen meinen Beinen war der Domi2 fixiert, der mit unaufhaltsamen Vibrationen mein hilfloses Zappeln begleitet hat.Alles, was mir blieb, war das nutzlose Strampeln in meinen Fesseln, das leise hnffeeeen hinter dem Knebel – und die völlige Hingabe an meine Herrin. Keine Worte, keine Hoffnung auf Befreiung – nur pure Unterwerfung, ausgeliefert, entblößt und völlig ihrem Willen ausgeliefert.

Fishnet Hogtie

81 photos; 11:28 video

I only wanted to relax a little…But they had other plans.Before I could react, I was overpowered and tied into a strict hogtie.My arms locked away in thick leather bondage mitts, chained tightly to my ankles with cold steel.They didn’t want me going anywhere.My mouth?Wrapped in layers of tape – pulled tight across my lips and head, until not a sound could escape.Then came the vibrator.Fixed right between my legs. Controlled. Ruthless.And just before they left me helpless on the floor, one of them laughed…and pulled a thin mesh stocking over my face.

“You wanted to relax?” she whispered.

“Then don’t move. Don’t scream. Just… squirm.”

„Du wolltest dich entspannen?“ flüsterte eine von ihnen.

„Dann bleib still. Schrei nicht. Zappel einfach nur.“

Strict Bound in the Mummybag

66 photos; 7:24 video

Renee might have expected a softer kind of play.
 But tonight, she became something else entirely: a silent, squirming object of pure control and XXXX pleasure.
She was sealed into a tight PVC mummification sack—shiny, unyielding, and cold against her skin. Her limbs were completely immobilized, wrapped and pinned inside. When she began to resist, her mouth was quickly silenced—layers of tape pressed firmly over her lips, reinXXXX by a leather strap locked around her head. Her cries became nothing more than soft, muffled whimpers.
And then… the remote-controlled vibrator.
Strapped directly between her legs, it began to hum—quiet, relentless, merciless. Renee trembled inside the sack, her muscles tensing as the stimulation grew. She struggled, twisted, writhed—but the bondage didn’t give an inch.
The more she fought it, the more the pleasure took over.
 On the outside: cold, silent, restrained.
 On the inside: heat, tension, need.
No one came. No one heard.
 Only the vibrator buzzed on… and she could do nothing but surrender.


Renee hatte sich vielleicht ein ruhigeres Spiel vorgestellt. Doch heute wurde sie in etwas anderes verwandelt: ein regloses, stöhnendes Objekt purer Lust.
Wir steckten sie in einen engen PVC-Mumiensack – glänzend, kalt, kontrollierend. Ihre Arme und Beine waren komplett umschlossen, jede BeweXXXXg wurde zur Qual. Als sie sich noch wehren wollte, versiegelten wir ihren Mund mit mehreren Lagen Tape und zogen einen Lederriemen um ihren Kopf. Ihre Schreie wurden zu dumpfen, hilflosen Lauten.
Dann kam der ferngesteuerte Vibrator – leise, aber gnadenlos. Zwischen ihren Schenkeln befestigt, begann er sein Spiel. Renee wand sich im Sack, ihre Muskeln spannten sich, sie zitterte. Doch die Fesseln blieben unbewegt. Keine Chance, dem Druck zu entkommen.
Je mehr sie kämpfte, desto mehr wurde sie zur Gefangenen ihrer eigenen ErreXXXXg. Außen kalt und fixiert, innen brennend heiß. Niemand kam. Niemand hörte sie. Nur der Vibrator summte unaufhörlich weiter – und sie konnte nichts tun, außer sich dem hinzugeben.

Helpless Outdoor Decoration

58 photos; 9:38 video

They had seated me on a low bench and strapped me down tightly. My hands, secured behind my back, were encased in fingerless leather gloves, further restrained by thick cuffs – any thought of escape was pure fantasy. My mouth was silenced by a firm leather harness gag, forcing me into breathy stillness, every inhale and exhale slowed and measured through my nose.
My legs were bound tightly to the bench, each strap another symbol of my complete submission. Clamps gripped my nipples, small weights dangling with every subtle twitch – a constant, silent reminder of my helplessness.
And deep between my thighs, the vibrator buzzed steadily, insistently, mercilessly. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.All I could do… was feel. And feel, I did – everything.

Chairbound in Black PVC Clothing

103 photos; 10:36 video

This time I was tied to a plastic chair with ropes, my hands on my back, my legs together and additionally tied with leather straps, for my mouth they used tape that was wrapped around my head several times. The gag was very effective, I could only moan quietly, my attempts to free myself also failed, I must be waiting to be freed...

Relax after the Gothic Party

29 photos; 6:38 video

When I woke up after the gothic party I was helplessly tied to a deck chair with tape, my mouth was also gagged with tape and my nipples were clamped with a nipple puller. all my tugging was useless...

PVC Armbinder Dress Bedbondage

86 photos; 9:05 video

This time I was tied up with my armbinder dress and I had to put on ballet boots beforehand. My legs were then tightly bound with leather straps and my mouth was very securely gagged with tape. Under the bondage dress was, as always, a remote-controlled vibrator mounted which excited me permanently .... that could be a long and helpless night......