Starring Star. The last time Star visited she knew I was feeling kind of down. She called me into the bedroom, and when I arrived offered (on-screen) a way to make me feel better. Star was naked except for sling back high heels. She had rope laid out on the bed, and suggested I use it on her to cure what ailed me. I took her up on that generous offer. The screen dissolves to Star sitting in the same position but now roped with hemp at knees and ankles, and her arms held fast in a box tie behind her back. She tells me I forgot a gag. What a sweet lady she is always thinking what is best for me....

Starring Star. The last time Star visited she knew I was feeling kind of down. She called me into the bedroom, and when I arrived offered (on-screen) a way to make me feel better. Star was naked except for sling back high heels. She had rope laid out on the bed, and suggested I use it on her to cure what ailed me. I took her up on that generous offer. The screen dissolves to Star sitting in the same position but now roped with hemp at knees and ankles, and her arms held fast in a box tie behind her back. She tells me I forgot a gag. What a sweet lady she is always thinking what is best for me. Wait a minute. Is this therapy for me or for her? No matter. The screen dissolves again to Star, still seated and bound, but now muted with stuffing in her mouth, medical tape stuck over her lips and cheeks, and athletic wrap around her face and head to keep it all in place. Now gagged, she starts making seductive suggestions. I speak gag so I know what that sounds like. She struggles in her bonds, savoring the realization she cant break free. After a while Star rolls onto her stomach a lifts her heels in the air, as if inviting a hogtie. I thank her for cheering me up as I give her what she obviously wants. Star arches against the hogtie, reminding me of a dancer limbering up. Three cheers for ladies who love to get naked and feel rope holding them helpless and a gag muting their voice. Actual running time (08:21) (1280 x 720)