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.
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