Bound, gagged and bewildered, Anya Ivy sat on the small bed where she was being held as a guarantee of her boss's good behavior. The petite secretary's black blouse was pressed against her body with taut white rope and a white cleave spread her lips; a length of rope tied around her ankles minimized her mobility. As time and she remained trapped in bondage, Anya twisted anxiously on the bed, especially after her breasts were exposed. When the efforts to free herself became too obvious, she was rolled onto her stomach into a hogtie that brought her small stockinged feet close to her bound w...

Bound, gagged and bewildered, Anya Ivy sat on the small bed where she was being held as a guarantee of her boss's good behavior. The petite secretary's black blouse was pressed against her body with taut white rope and a white cleave spread her lips; a length of rope tied around her ankles minimized her mobility. As time and she remained trapped in bondage, Anya twisted anxiously on the bed, especially after her breasts were exposed. When the efforts to free herself became too obvious, she was rolled onto her stomach into a hogtie that brought her small stockinged feet close to her bound wrists.