When Bella Rolland was caught searching through an old wooden desk, she claimed that she was just looking for a pen. Her weak excuse didn't prevent Bella from being trussed up in her blouse and slacks and seated in a leather office chair; when she continued to plead innocence, a knotted cloth was tightened between her lips. Determined to escape, the tall beauty slipped off her heels, then tried to sneak away on her bare feet, a maneuver that was abruptly curtailed and resulted in disciplinary measures. Bella's shiny blue blouse was opened to reveal a frilly bra before her breasts were entir...

When Bella Rolland was caught searching through an old wooden desk, she claimed that she was just looking for a pen. Her weak excuse didn't prevent Bella from being trussed up in her blouse and slacks and seated in a leather office chair; when she continued to plead innocence, a knotted cloth was tightened between her lips. Determined to escape, the tall beauty slipped off her heels, then tried to sneak away on her bare feet, a maneuver that was abruptly curtailed and resulted in disciplinary measures. Bella's shiny blue blouse was opened to reveal a frilly bra before her breasts were entirely bared and more humiliating struggles ensued. After her gag was removed, Bella continued to deny that she was a spy but was warned that more rigorous interrogation would follow.

Bella discovered the truth of that statement once she lost all clothing except her panties and lay tied down on her back to a massage table. Bella's hooded interrogator tickled her bare soles and underarms in search of the truth, then tape-gagged her after she refused to give the answers he wanted. After she was temporarily left alone to consider her difficult situation, the nearly naked suspect was turned facedown on the table, hands tied down behind her back, before receiving more fingertip attention to her foot-bottoms and swatting on her bottom. Bella's responses remained the same so tape sealed her lips again.

As Bella sat completely naked and tightly bound on the floor, the hooded figure smugly informed her that his contacts had determined that she was indeed a spy, though one who was not very good at her job. After stuffing cloth between her lips and sealing it in place with duct-tape, he left the embarrassed operative writhing desperately on the floor. To emphasize his domination, the cold-hearted man later turned Bella on her stomach so he could enjoy hogtying her while mocking her powerless state before leaving her arching in the rope web.

Octavia Red lived up to her name after her crimson negligee was coiled with white rope, her lips were spread by a bright-red bandanna and her dark-red-nailed bare toes flexed as she strained against her bondage on a couch. Spunky Olivia used those toes to retrieve her phone from behind a couch cushion and was using it to call for help when she was interrupted. Although her breasts were bared and legs folded by a rope-link, the curvaceous captive twisted with renewed energy until an unexpected question brought a surprising response.

Stretched out naked on a bed with her wrists and ankles tied down to opposite ends of the bed, Octavia was more limited in displaying her struggling skills while murmuring with ambivalent emotion around the red ball-gag strapped in her mouth. After her legs were spread wide, Octavia took advantage of the opportunity to undulate more vigorously and the sounds she produced left no doubt of the pleasure created by her erotic restraint.