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.