He has enough of her mouthing off so pitches a dirty grey sock into her mouth and immediately lower face masks the mmmmppphhhing babe while she writhes against him in all that latex. He has bound her ankles with a zip tie and decides to now tape them up, along with the rest of her tight little bod, until she is properly packaged and squirming in complete powerlessness! That’s how he likes them. And, so do YOU...
(Producer’s Note:) Here’s another! We‘d thought about re-releasing this epic title and upscaling and just decided to throw a little time at it to get done. It was worth it too! Jennifer Jade ROCKS, especially here... Newcomers rejoice, because this is special. We’re also including another bonus segment with a blue-haired Miss Jade nude, her mouth stuff and cleaved, hogbound and bandit stifled to boot. Enjoy!
In this incredible ultra-tight tape bondage affair, the ravishing, supremely sexy Jennifer Jade is menaced by a very unstable photographer with a penchant for sadism. Yep, he seems to like terrorising his utterly helpless captive with, among other things, zip ties! But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Instead, let’s get our heads around what on earth is going on here, given the choice of title.
It all began when secret agent Jade, moonlighting as a fetish model in her undercover capacity in order to elicit some details from a dangerous amateur photographer, Cletus Orwell. Mr Orwell is believed to be behind some mind altering chemical purveying. Yep, catsuits – latex at that – dipped in lysergic acid and shipped out in convenient under-da-tongue trip-type scraps the streets. We like the concept, and for sure, our eager custom requester of this scene did, so that’s what you are getting here – asides from one of the most exhilarating tape bondage epics we’ve banged out since, uh, the other day!
Jennifer, with her cheeky blue highlighted hair, really does cut an impressive cyber punk babe from the future, and clad in the weird catsuit, all mottled and clearly having been in contact with certain substances, cuts a gorgeous figure indeed. Orwell, by the way, has explained the weirdness of the outfit away as being a ‘spacesuit’ prop from a movie he is currently working on. Oooooh, impressive. Prick. Anyway, Jen is just the prefect woman basically, and as she poses for reluctant photos with this masked oddball (he INSISTS on his mask) she is hoping she can get him to slip up so she can triple roundhouse his backside into the middle of next ThanksGiving and take him in! Alas, for her, he is a little (only a little, let’s be honest) cleverer than he sounds. Craftily having the beauty move down the stairs towards him while he takes is pics and she strikes poses, he suddenly pounces!
Handgagged and bundled, in full surrender mode, up those stairs, Agent Jade knows she is in hot water. He knows who she is (somehow) and has something cold and steely pressed into her latex-encased backside, and although that sounds jolly rude, she’s more interested in what he may do with it, being clearly of the unhinged vintage! She tries to calm him as he roughly shoves her into a back room where he explains that all he needs to do is restrain her, while he makes his escape. He knows she is a spy or some filth, and that his number is up. He must bind and gag the girl before leaving. Jen understands, really she does, and is summarily trussed up with a ton of silver tape.
Gagged HARD, she must endure a groping her tits as the creep generally enjoys his new captive play doll for a while - she of course mumbles and twitches from his grasp with prime indignance - he leaves her locked away back here. We get to remain; and that is quite the good thing, because Jen is renowned for her damsel acrobatics. Here she goes now, striking so many steamy bound up moves that the guy hears all the commotion and returns to tie her up in a chair. The feisty slut! That should keep her from getting too far! Really...? Have you SEEN this chick when she’s tied, Orwell? She tends to keep on going. So, buckle up now, ‘cause it’s chair time for Jen Jade!
No sooner is his back once more turned than the stunning cyberagent (whatever that actually means) is chair hopping around like crazy. She’s gag talking just as much, intermittently desperate, intermittently raging, at the sheer containment of it all, dammit. Even her sexy heeled feet are bound back with what seems like an elaborate acre of tape, welded to the chair. But still, she can HOP, in her chair, and she does. Unfortunately, this draws more attention from downstairs!
Up he comes once more, to her body again and do some unpleasant tings with his zip ties. Then Jen is left gagged and bound in her chair – locked in this time – as the demonic photographer gathers his space suits and vats and whatever else he can load his van with, while the heavily trussed lady up there continues to struggle wildly. Can Jen break free and stop him before he leaves, along with his trail cold, or is she destined to stay glued like fuck and gagged up extraordinarily tightly in that chair for hours more? What do YOU think? Oh, Jennifer Jade, you are something else. What a thrilling ride this one is!
***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***
