The office routine was boring the hell out of Rebecca Vanguard, so what better way to add some excitement than by imagining herself tied up and gagged in her blouse and skirt? As she twisted back and forth in her chair, Rebecca's eyes widened above the white cloth tightened between her lips. After her shoes disappeared and her ankles were hitched to the chair, the barefoot secretary murmured pleas for help from anyone willing to rescue her from self-imposed bondage.

Rebecca shared her strategy for avoiding office boredom with co-worker Keely Rose, who immediately demonstrated a kna...

The office routine was boring the hell out of Rebecca Vanguard, so what better way to add some excitement than by imagining herself tied up and gagged in her blouse and skirt? As she twisted back and forth in her chair, Rebecca's eyes widened above the white cloth tightened between her lips. After her shoes disappeared and her ankles were hitched to the chair, the barefoot secretary murmured pleas for help from anyone willing to rescue her from self-imposed bondage.

Rebecca shared her strategy for avoiding office boredom with co-worker Keely Rose, who immediately demonstrated a knack for provocative fantasizing by seating herself in rope on the edge of the desk while consigning bound Rebecca to the floor. Both secretaries were gagged with cloth-stuffing and duct-tape administered by phantom hands, then struggled urgently in their separate locales. The sensuality of this daydream increased substantially after Rebecca's appealing breasts and Keely's amazing orbs thrust through rope frameworks during their enthusiastic contortions.

Who knows if it was Rebecca or Keely who envisioned this playful pair in nude restraint? All that mattered was the result that placed them standing tied and tape-gagged in their workplace, were they rotated cautiously until their breasts made pleasurable contact. Before long, however, their steamy bondage dance morphed into a stricter drama that featured a hogtied Rebecca arching with incredible athleticism on top of that dependable desk. Keely was quite the mouth-watering sight herself as she writhed on the floor beneath Rebecca, her legs folded by a rope-link between waist and ankles.

The good friends continued to exercise their kinky imaginations outside the office and found an appropriate location in Keely's bedroom, where they shared inspiring discoveries on Rebecca's phone. When reality gave way to fantasy, they were seated side-by-side on small cube stools, both trussed up in thrillingly skimpy lingerie; bright red balls were the gag of choice. As they strained against their bonds, Rebecca and Keely's bare feet playfully touched, while after their ankles were connected, bare breasts escaped miniscule bras and pressed nipple-to-nipple.

Keely had no difficulty calling up self-satisfying mind-games on her own, as she demonstrated while energetically challenging the ropework confining her curvaceous body. Bound on her bed in a polka-dotted green dress and tape-gagged, barefoot Keely's presence became especially alluring after her legs were folded and those mesmerizing breasts escaped from the dress's confinement.