Starring SashaL. We met at a party thrown by a mutual fetish friend a couple years back. Dressed in a black and white tight laced over-bust corset, painted on blue jeans, and high heels, she commanded the attention of all upon arrival. I knew who she was, as I’d seen her model, tied up to the max for stunning photographs created by a local Shibari aficionado. A flash of adrenaline raced through me as she walked by, glanced in my eyes, and gave me a flirting smile. We talked later, and I found out bondage was more than just a modeling gig for her. She had a sensual interest, and in particula...

Starring SashaL. We met at a party thrown by a mutual fetish friend a couple years back. Dressed in a black and white tight laced over-bust corset, painted on blue jeans, and high heels, she commanded the attention of all upon arrival. I knew who she was, as I’d seen her model, tied up to the max for stunning photographs created by a local Shibari aficionado. A flash of adrenaline raced through me as she walked by, glanced in my eyes, and gave me a flirting smile. We talked later, and I found out bondage was more than just a modeling gig for her. She had a sensual interest, and in particular escape attempts, but never wanted to dabble in it outside a monogamous relationship. However, she missed the feeling. I told her about my lifelong experience with bondage and gag games, from platonic to explicitly sexual, and that I was married and not out to get in anyone’s pants. If she wanted to come over and get bound up and play her escape attempt games, I would be happy to oblige. A few months later she called. She had consulted our mutual friend, who told her she could trust me. On this occasion I frog-tied her legs with leather straps and restrained her arms with a leather collar-to-wrists binder. After gagging her with a latex ball and strap, I left her to have her fun. I checked on her every once in a while, and sometimes stayed to watch. She was not the type to give up easy, but I had other things to do too, so if it turned into a long wait before she gave the ‘I give up signal’ or escaped, it did not matter to me. She did not escape this one. She got one wrist cuff strap out of its keeper, but could not pull it out of the post. I noticed she could not get back up after falling over, so I put her back on her knees once so she could start over. Poor Sasha, I feel so bad for you. Actual running time (07:38) (960 x 540)