Starring Anna. My kinky boyfriend is up to his usual tricks again, and as usual I am on the receiving end. He has bondage on the brain, but I do not mind. However, I will not admit that, at least not yet. A girl must keep her man guessing a little, don’t you think? Today he said he would make me comfortable. Well, it started out that way. The shiny black spandex leggings felt nice, and the lined latex bustier was a first. I think the best thing about latex is getting shined after it is on your body. But then he had me wear a size too small pair of stiletto heel patent leather boots. They ma...

Starring Anna. My kinky boyfriend is up to his usual tricks again, and as usual I am on the receiving end. He has bondage on the brain, but I do not mind. However, I will not admit that, at least not yet. A girl must keep her man guessing a little, don’t you think? Today he said he would make me comfortable. Well, it started out that way. The shiny black spandex leggings felt nice, and the lined latex bustier was a first. I think the best thing about latex is getting shined after it is on your body. But then he had me wear a size too small pair of stiletto heel patent leather boots. They made my toes hurt and hugged my calves tighter and tighter as he laced them on me. Thank goodness he did not make me walk in them. That would have been uncomfortable, plus I know how turned on he gets watching me strut (or hobble) around in boots, so I try not to encourage him. If I do, it gets me in bondage trouble, like now. I can barely move. He has me strapped to one of his dining chairs. My ankles, knees, thighs, waist, elbows, and wrists - everywhere he could find a part of my body moving - he strapped or cuffed. I suppose I should feel fortunate. I have seen the posture collars in his playroom, and pictures on his computer of girls with their hands and fingers taped. He left my fingers free (not that they did me any good) and the rubber spiked collar was a symbolic touch. It did not restrict me from waving my hair around in protest, and I know how much he likes my hair. Speaking of protest, I could not mount a verbal one. My mouth was stuffed with a pair of my panties and taped over. I tried to budge the single strip of vinyl tape from my lips and cheeks, but it was too sticky. He spoke to me occasionally, and I tried to tell him I wanted out, but he did not listen. I wondered how long he was going to keep me immobilized in this chair. I do not think it will be too much longer. His hard cock is dripping. Actual running time (10:51) (1920 x 1080)