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Some people find their way into bondage thru friends, some thru significant others, and some thru sheer chance. Kel Bowie never had to find her way into it at all. As far as she's concerned, and as far as we can tell, Kel was born for bondage. She thinks about it all the time and always has. In the starting of her session, in fact, she mentions the very first time she was ever trussed up at the new youthful age of nine. It's no wonder she found her way to our dungeon. Kel has her arms trussed back in a brutish strappado torture and her gams trussed at the ankles to spread them as broad as they can go. As O.T. trusses her neck cable to the ceiling she gets nosey and wants to observe to observe what he's doing. O.T. doesn't feel the need to humor this bi-atch enough to view her in the face and tells her not to view at him unless he says otherwise. Kel does her greatest but she can't seem to keep her eyes off of his forearms as he sets her up for her torment. It looks like O.T. is going to have to train her a lesson in listening to simple, basic instructions. He cuts crevasses in her taut little sundress so that he can fasten some nip forceps and crops all over her feet and legs. Her neck cable is so stiffly trussed to the ceiling that each time she writhes with discomfort, it gasps her a little tighter. O.T. moves her around the apartment as he observes fit to more uncomfortable and heavy positions, but she never loses the cable around her neck. She must have done a pretty bad job of listening, because pretty shortly she is well accustomed with not just the perceiving of the lash on her legs, but also barbecue skewers on her feet, and a bullwhip on her tender pussy.