Starring SashaL. She stops by occasionally to be bound, gagged, and left to attempt escape. She lets me take pictures in return for the favor. I have asked her why she does it. “The challenge” is always how she answers. There must be something more to it than that, as she has yet to escape, but she offers no other insight or secret, and I do not pry. Who am I to question the motives of a beautiful woman who wants me to bind her, gag her, and periodically monitor her well-being? She does not want me to grant her any quarter, insisting the bondage be real and the gag muffling. I always try to...

Starring SashaL. She stops by occasionally to be bound, gagged, and left to attempt escape. She lets me take pictures in return for the favor. I have asked her why she does it. “The challenge” is always how she answers. There must be something more to it than that, as she has yet to escape, but she offers no other insight or secret, and I do not pry. Who am I to question the motives of a beautiful woman who wants me to bind her, gag her, and periodically monitor her well-being? She does not want me to grant her any quarter, insisting the bondage be real and the gag muffling. I always try to do my best for her. For this session it is a rope bind with a ball gag sunk deep into her mouth. She will readily accept a locked bondage slave collar of my choosing too. I left a tail of rope off the coil of bondage linking her ankles and D’Orsay 6-inch heels, in case I want to add to her predicament after she gives me the prearranged ‘I give up’ grunts. I knew she was not going to hop away with her ankles bound crossed and 6-inch heels on, so it is just left hanging. It gives her something to play with. Besides, the chenille bedspread is so soft to the skin and a perfect surface to struggle on. Why would she try to leave it? In the end SashaL looks out the window and into my lens with innocent eyes. Freedom is close, yet so far away. Actual running time (08:02) (1280 x 720)