Elizabeth Andrews - Spandex Denim and Supah Bend High Heel Restrain bondage
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I ambled into the Boss's office wearing cock-squeezing ebony disco jeans, a white half-top -- unbuckled low enough to see my cleavage, a printed neck scarf and leather squeak toe 6.3 inch supah arch high heels. As I strode via the office precariously balancing as I made each step, I asked the Chief if he dreamed to see me. He revved around to face me with cord already in his hand. I knew what he wanted. I spotted the way he eyed my bum and gams as I paraded around the office doing "errands", or what I also like to call it - getting the Boss' attention.He didn't waste anytime getting what he wanted. The Chief corded my mitts firmly behind my back. I squirmed against the hand bondage, relishing in the tightness. Mr. Meaty Chief came up to me and untied the scarf around my neck. He pushed a bright silk scarf into my throat and added the scarf I was wearing on top of it. My throat opened up as broad as it could to treat all the throat stuffing. The Chief picked up a flip of microfoam gauze and commenced to wrap it around my head. My lips were pressed up cock-squeezing against the tape. I could perceive the compression of the gauze grow with each wrap. My hatch were starting to ache. But the Chief took my mind of the pain with more string.Mr. Meaty Chief pulled me into him and packaged a chunk of cord around my waist. He cinched it cock-squeezing between my back and arms, pulling my mitts closer to my body. I could perceive the cord digging into my mitts as I fought against it. I was already having a hard time balancing in my impressively high, high heels. But the Chief dreamed to make me experience my stability in them, so he corded my gams together. He commenced at my thighs and worked himself down, adding a cord above and below my knees and at my ankles. As he cinched my ankles together, I could perceive my balance begin to falter. The Chief luved witnessing me balance on the heels, so much so that he came over to me and twirled me around, making me a lil' dizzy. Once I had regained my balance, he came over to me and unbuckled my shirt, exposing more of my cleavage. He did his usual, I've got other places to be rub - goodbye and left me standing by the wall.I attempted to writhe around but nearly succeeded in falling down instead. I whipped out a squeal from behind my gag and attempted to find the wall again. The Chief rejoined me after a while of me fighting precariously. He gripped some cord and I looked at my current predicament... I wasn't sure where he was going to add that. Then he looped a chunk around my neck and commenced to tie off.He pulled the loose end to my ankles, making me to arch over. Mr. Meaty Chief then corded it off to my ankle cinch, leaving me bent over and barely off balanced. My bottom lip quivered and I whined behind the gag as I attempted to find my stability. A burn embarked in my thighs from the made position.The Chief came back into the office and untied the neck string. He made me sit down and retied the cord to my knee cinch, making me into a ball position. The straps were cock-squeezing against my skin, each time I moved my hand straps dug deeper into my flesh. I attempted to stir but if I got too close to one side, I could fall over. I wasn't interested in a hard hammer to the floor, peculiarly in this position. My lips were starting to hurt from being pressed so firmly against the microfoam tape. My thighs were sore from the standing position.
I ambled into the Boss's office wearing cock-squeezing ebony disco jeans, a white half-top -- unbuckled low enough to see my cleavage, a printed neck scarf and leather squeak toe 6.3 inch supah arch high heels. As I strode via the office precariously balancing as I made each step, I asked the Chief if he dreamed to see me. He revved around to face me with cord already in his hand. I knew what he wanted. I spotted the way he eyed my bum and gams as I paraded around the office doing "errands", or what I also like to call it - getting the Boss' attention.He didn't waste anytime getting what he wanted. The Chief corded my mitts firmly behind my back. I squirmed against the hand bondage, relishing in the tightness. Mr. Meaty Chief came up to me and untied the scarf around my neck. He pushed a bright silk scarf into my throat and added the scarf I was wearing on top of it. My throat opened up as broad as it could to treat all the throat stuffing. The Chief picked up a flip of microfoam gauze and commenced to wrap it around my head. My lips were pressed up cock-squeezing against the tape. I could perceive the compression of the gauze grow with each wrap. My hatch were starting to ache. But the Chief took my mind of the pain with more string.Mr. Meaty Chief pulled me into him and packaged a chunk of cord around my waist. He cinched it cock-squeezing between my back and arms, pulling my mitts closer to my body. I could perceive the cord digging into my mitts as I fought against it. I was already having a hard time balancing in my impressively high, high heels. But the Chief dreamed to make me experience my stability in them, so he corded my gams together. He commenced at my thighs and worked himself down, adding a cord above and below my knees and at my ankles. As he cinched my ankles together, I could perceive my balance begin to falter. The Chief luved witnessing me balance on the heels, so much so that he came over to me and twirled me around, making me a lil' dizzy. Once I had regained my balance, he came over to me and unbuckled my shirt, exposing more of my cleavage. He did his usual, I've got other places to be rub - goodbye and left me standing by the wall.I attempted to writhe around but nearly succeeded in falling down instead. I whipped out a squeal from behind my gag and attempted to find the wall again. The Chief rejoined me after a while of me fighting precariously. He gripped some cord and I looked at my current predicament... I wasn't sure where he was going to add that. Then he looped a chunk around my neck and commenced to tie off.He pulled the loose end to my ankles, making me to arch over. Mr. Meaty Chief then corded it off to my ankle cinch, leaving me bent over and barely off balanced. My bottom lip quivered and I whined behind the gag as I attempted to find my stability. A burn embarked in my thighs from the made position.The Chief came back into the office and untied the neck string. He made me sit down and retied the cord to my knee cinch, making me into a ball position. The straps were cock-squeezing against my skin, each time I moved my hand straps dug deeper into my flesh. I attempted to stir but if I got too close to one side, I could fall over. I wasn't interested in a hard hammer to the floor, peculiarly in this position. My lips were starting to hurt from being pressed so firmly against the microfoam tape. My thighs were sore from the standing position.
Added: 2017-05-31 • Views: 6 • Duration: 16:05
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