As a I often played captive with boys from the street. I really liked it and I felt a little excited about it, especially when I was tied up as a prisoner. I am glad that I have a husband who also likes it, and I can also enjoy the role of a tied captive now in adulthood. In the video, I am like a prisoner who is now placed in handcuffs and chains in a cold and damp cellar. Fortunately, I'm warmly dressed, wearing a shiny red PVC hooded jacket, vinyl leggings and leather overknee boots. So I'm not shaking with the cold, but rather with fear and worries about what will happen to me next. I'v...

As a I often played captive with boys from the street. I really liked it and I felt a little excited about it, especially when I was tied up as a prisoner. I am glad that I have a husband who also likes it, and I can also enjoy the role of a tied captive now in adulthood. In the video, I am like a prisoner who is now placed in handcuffs and chains in a cold and damp cellar. Fortunately, I'm warmly dressed, wearing a shiny red PVC hooded jacket, vinyl leggings and leather overknee boots. So I'm not shaking with the cold, but rather with fear and worries about what will happen to me next. I've probed before what my chances of escaping or calling for help are. I have no chance of escaping, my hands are locked in handcuffs behind my back, I have ankle cuffs and I am on a chain. A ball gag in my mouth prevents me from calling for help, and I'm also in total darkness because I have latex tape over my eyes. My ki***er and jailer is coming to please with me ... his helpless victim. He's not mean to me, he just checks my handcuffs and strokes my body dressed in shiny PVC clothes. He obviously likes my outfit and helplessness. Although I feel embarrassed to be handcuffed and helpless in front of an unknown man, at the same time I have to admit that this situation is starting to excite me. The man lights a cigarette and talks to me. I'm very nervous and a cigarette would help me. So I'm going to ask my jailer for a cigarette. Surprisingly, the man agrees, and if I meet his condition of being good and cooperating with him, I will be given the opportunity to smoke a cigarette. I agree to be kind and obedient. The man removes the gag from my mouth so I can smoke. The two of us smoke together and the man helps me hold a cigarette because my hands remain in handcuffs behind my back. The cigarette helped me, I partially get rid of my nervousness, fear and also shyness in front of him. I'm getting more and more excited about how helpless I am in his power. I feel like I'm starting to fall in love with him, so Stockholm Syndrome is starting to work for me ... When we finished smoke cigarettes, I want to kiss him spontaneously. The man is surprised, but a kiss allows me to give it to him. A long kiss follows and the man also accepts my tongue, which I push into his mouth. My cunt is wet with excitement and it gets wet even more when this time I have his tongue in my mouth. I know now that I am hopelessly in love with my captor. However, the man informs me that he must leave. He has not yet gained full confidence in me and therefore I will remain locked in handcuffs in the cellar. The man also puts me the ball gag again. I get his a kiss over the gag and the man leaves. I am left alone and aware of my situation again. I'm just an immobilized prisoner in a dark cellar. Perhaps my new love will return soon and he will get to me more reliance.