The Damsel Dolly

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Nyxon Learns How to Furrow Her Brow, the Jacked Hogtie Way

Strict bondage: Furrowing brows since 1978.

When you do strict bondage there is always a point where a scenario shifts from a model acting like a damsel to being a real damsel in distress. This in no way implies any danger to the model, only that the restraint is real as well as the predicament. A tight, immobilizing position is not comfortable, allow escape or is easy to endure. There are ways to make things less strenuous, but when everything is finally cinched up into a jacked position model's are not entirely playing a part. Their skin feels the bite of tight ropes digging in, and their muscles tire and ache from being stretched and compressed. Their jaws start to throb as they try to focus past the tickle in the back of their throat or the increasing amount of saliva they cannot swallow or get past a tape gag wrapped around their head five times. Their grunts and moans become real. The furrow on their brow results from the ropes and not any acting experience. The look of distress on their face is from knowing they are at their limit but still have more time to go. Seven to ten minutes is not a long time in most circumstances, but it is an absolute eternity while in strict bondage. They only want to lie there until it is over, but they know that struggling and struggling hard is the only avenue to release. They are uncomfortable and movement makes this worse, but it is the only way they can reach an end to the scene. That is the true predicament.

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The safe word is not "GRNNMMPPHHHH!!!"

UNNGGAHL!

She had a bad feeling about things from the start but missed the chance to put a stop to it hours ago. She wore the same rope bonds now that she had worn for over five hours. Her arms were throbbing and her jaw ached. Sweat glistened on her smooth skin. She could barely move anymore. No amount of muffled pleas, screams or mewling brought any respite. Her glares only encouraged the same ass slapping that her lack of movement brought. Each time she tried to express her displeasure through furrowed brows, each time she tried to say "enough is enough" by stopping all movement the assault on her bared and exposed ass began again. One hard smack after another rained down on alternating cheeks until she screamed into her gag and began struggling again. She pulled the ropes deeper into her sensitized skin as she arched and twisted. She was exhausted but the stinging and burning from the most recent of eight harsh spankings proved a great motivator. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose and she rocked back and forth on her stomach. How had she let it come to this? His idea for tonight's bondage challenge seemed a little strange, but the others were always fun. It is remarkable how much just one change can make to a girl's evening. They always used a safe word. It made all the discomfort and pain go away. She had only to utter one word clearly, and he would release her and take her to dinner. That should have happened over four hours ago. Why did she ask for a better gag? Her own words from the start of the evening ran through her mind. She was overconfident as always and demanded that they would sleep like this if she could not get out. She told him to not be soft. He was to tie her tighter than ever. The position should be something where she could barely move. She told him to not fall victim to her glares, to not be fooled by her big, brown eyes. That was when he stuffed the huge pair of panties into her mouth and taped them in place so tightly her eyes bulged. She gave up twenty minutes after they had started. All she had to do was say, "uncle." All that came out of those panties crammed into her face was, "unngahl." She said it over and over realizing that it was not the safe word. It was a garbled mash of nonsense. She became concerned and then panicked. She tried everything she could think off to get him to understand that she could not say the word. It was no use though. Her only choice was to keep struggling and hope that he would get bored. She struggled as he ate in front of her. She struggled as he watched television. She struggled as he got ready for bed. She struggled because each time she stopped the next spanking was worse that the one before. At least she could rest now. He going to sleep. She lay at the foot of the bed, sweaty, hurting and helpless. She moaned into her face full of panties. She had at least eight more hours of this ordeal ahead of her, so she put her head on the hard floor, closed her eyes and heard him say, "Kind of odd you picked a gag that made it impossible to say the safe word." With her eyes still closed the tape over her face shifted ever so slightly. If not for the darkness a smile could be seen underneath.

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Rope, tape, more tape and ... struggle!

Just take my money and leave already!

She could not believe her eyes. He had already spent a good twenty minutes tying her, taping her, groping her and wedging things into face that mother nature never intended to fit into a mouth, and he pulls out a roll of duct tape. Her wet and reddened eyes bulged over that tape wrapped tightly around her face. She tried as best she could to gurgle anything comprehensible past the three-inch orb of hard rubber jammed into her mouth. She would give almost anything just to be able to clearly say enough already, but she could not. He took her advice to heart. She was unable to communicate anything and very helpless. It appeared that is was about to get much worse. The rope was more than enough to keep her out of trouble. It efficiently welded her legs together and crushed her arms behind her back. She was not even able to stop him when he began fondling her breasts. She hated him for that, but she knew it would happen. Who wouldn't sample such perfect tits once the owner was completely helpless? She chastised him more for principle than anything else which earned her the ballgag. It was so huge he had to rock it back and forth to fit it past her teeth. Even without the strap pulled to the very last notch she would never have been able to dislodge it. He took it one step further when he wrapped tape around her face several times. He pulled every wrapping as tight as possible, and it squeezed her face like a vice. She felt it a bit extreme to start taping over every rope with electrical tape, but he made a good point about hiding the knots. He was after all only taking her advice, so she couldn't be too upset about his innovation. The breast bondage did piss her off a bit though. Wrapping her tits up so tightly had nothing to do with preventing her escape. He was just being a pervert she thought. That brings things to the now. He held the duct tape in front of her and then starting wrapping. The loud noise of tape coming loose from the roll echoed through the room, drowning out her fervent and muffled protests. He covered all of her other bonds before completely taping her arms into a duct-tape glove. He even taped her arms to her chest and waist. He was really taking this much too far, and she was thankful that she had nothing left to be tied or taped. Or so she thought. Imagine her surprise when the stocking slipped over her head. She begged him with wide eyes to stop, but he taped it in place anyway. The duct tape encircled her mouth, her eyes and even went around her chin and head. She was blind, mostly mute and very, very helpless. It was only then that he whispered in her ear he would to send help in three hours. Three hours! What the hell man?!? Then again it was her idea. She came up with the idea to be tied up. As she thrashed on the couch and slid down to the floor she recalled how he robbed her and then wanted to lock her in the closet. She hated the dark and begged him to tie her up. He did not like the idea, but she persisted. As she writhed on the floor she cursed his ingenuity. How was she to know he could make a girl so helpless. How was she to know he would use everything he could find to make her more and more helpless? She rolled on her side and then tried to roll to her stomach. Extreme discomfort shot through her breasts and she immediately rolled back onto her side. The pain in her arms and breasts forced her to stay on her side and not move. That bastard! He was more than a pervert, he was a mastermind. The breast bondage and arm bondage made sure she would stay right there on the floor. He had plenty of time to make his escape. He could max out her credit cards, pawn off all of her valuable and most likely even get out of the state before anyone found her. She was in for a long night for sure and even worse ... she really had to pee.

I sometimes forget that I don't have to use everything when I shoot, but I can't help myself sometimes. JJ has remarkable flexibility and endurance which gives me so much time to keep adding and adding more and more. If I had not gagged her so tightly she probably could have gone hours like that, but that is the challenge. My tasks is to get her to a state where that last five to seven minutes of video is a challenge. We accomplished that, but it took most of the rope, most of the tape and the biggest ballgag I own!

Image courtesy of Tie Me, Gag Me, Just Don't Put Me in a Dark Closet with JJ Plush.

Nyxon is cold, and I don't just mean because her nipples are hard

Look up, look down, look all around ... yep, you're helpless!

She wanted to curse at him from her imposed darkness, but the panties packed into her mouth made every noise a muffled and gurgling string of nonsense. She had long since ceased swearing at him through the taste someone else's sex, but his chiding was incessant. "I can see up your skirt," he said which made her cringe. It seemed like such an easy challenge, but she had no idea he would take it so far. Ropes were one thing, but he then taped over them tightly with duct tape. She could get her hands to some of her bonds, but that tape made it impossible to get to any knots. It seemed even easier when he agreed to scissors. That is until her pulled the white stocking over her already gagged face and wrapped electrical tape over that. She was completely blind. The stocking and tape held her eyelids closed and blocked out any light. Despite that she managed to find the scissors by rolling about until she rolled over them. He agreed to scissors but not to adequate scissors. They were so dull they probably would not cut paper let alone a combined layer of rope and duct tape. She called him a mother-fucker at that point which came out something like, "Mumher huhher!" He played dumb and said, "What? You are feeling hot?" It was then he opened her top exposing her chest. She could now work on chaffing her nipples raw as well as her shoulders when she lolled about on the carpet. That is when she decided against making noises other than grunts and groans, but she would have to tap out at some point. She could not take it any longer. She felt chaffed, sore and useless as she made no headway with her bonds. "Uhnhll," she moaned. He did nothing. She repeated her admission of defeat. He still did nothing. "Uhnnhl, uhnhl, uhnhlllll uu mumhr huhrrr!" she spat out. To her shock he pulled her panties down. She thrashed and kicked as she heard the sounds of his cell phone's camera clicking away. Losing the challenge was bad enough but losing her dignity as well was infuriating. She would teach that son-of-a-bitch a lesson. As she as she was free she would make him agree to new challenge, and she would show him that his restraints were nothing. Yes, she would wipe that smile off his face ... just as soon as her decided to stop taking pictures of her exposed ass and let her go.

Sometimes I think I have a screw loose. I am fortunate enough to work with the most lovely ladies in the fetish industry. The are charming and limber. They spend hours on their hair and make-up to give me visions of female perfection. I am presented with a palette of style and beauty that would melt the heart of any damsel in distress fan. Nyxon is no different. She always looks stellar, and what do I do? I pull a stocking over her head and add so much tape nobody would recognize her. Perfect eyebrows, ruby red lips edged in flawless liner and a professionally blended eye shadow hidden for none to see. I cannot help myself though. There is something about using nylon squeezed tightly around a face that says helpless to me. There is something about shiny, black electrical tape that says a girl will stay put for as long as her captor needs. I do not enjoy encasing her head like a sausage, but I did love that I was sure she would be going nowhere!

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Whitney is taped up tight!

I changed my mind, I will tell you where it is!

She sat helpless on the couch taped into immobility and silenced with both a huge ballgag and tight wrappings of tape. He made it clear that he only wanted to know where she hid the stolen money. He made it even more clear when he forced her to strip down to her underwear. He made it crystal clear when he taped her into complete immobility. Her legs were already taped together so tight she could not stand, and her arms and chest were completely crushed with the the same. The stocking over her head hid her pleading features and a face full of shut-the-fuck-up silencing her attempts to tell him what he wanted to know. He approached her to finish the task at hand as she feebly and unsuccessfully tried to negotiate. No amount of gag talk, wiggling or distorted facial expressions could prevent. This type of negotiation does not stop until complete. She was ready to now, but she may change her mind after he removed her gag. She would never change her mind though after experience the full measure of his sticky coercion. Only her feet, hips and head remained uncovered and long minutes of tight pulling of tape remedied that. She was soon completely mummified, only her nostrils left open to strain for air through the nylon over her head. She lay on the ground crushed by tape for minute after minute. He was not even in the room. She was alone with her torment. She would tell him anything he wanted to know, anything as long as he made this horrible predicament go away!

Whitney tried out a mummification with me. I do not think I have taped up anyone tighter. Every wrapping was pulled as tight as I could manage. She still managed to struggle, moan and make it to the end. She was not a happy girl, but I think she enjoyed having defeated the challenge.

Image courtesy of Whitney Mummified Beyond the Ability to Struggle with Whitney Morgan.

All-Natural Hand-Crafted Jute Rope for Sale

Dammit!!! These ropes don't slip!

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Always stretch before you shoot

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No dignity for the struggling

Putting your best foot forward

She knew that he was watching the entire thing. She could not see him, but she sensed his was there ogling her and waiting for those moments when her struggles revealed a glimpse of tit or ass. She had little choice though. He tied her securely with rope at first. Large bands of thin cord pinned her legs together and welded her elbows behind her back. He even made sure that her heels could not fall off by tying them to her feet. "We cannot have you hopping away now can we?" he joked as he knotted the rope. Her gag was just as brutal. He had stuffed a huge pair of panties in her mouth and secured them deep in her face by wrapping tape around her head. She only wore thongs, so it disgusted her to even think where he had gotten the undergarments packed into her mouth. He finished her bondage package with duct tape around every rope. Her hands started going numb almost immediately but on the off-chance her fingers still worked the tape covered every knot and made sure not ropes would be cut by the wriggling damsel. She was totally screwed. Her only option was to kick, arch and thrash as much as possible in the hope that something would miraculously come loose and allow her to start freeing herself. That had not happened yet though, and she had diminishing hope that it ever would. Her blouse had come open, her skirt has risen up and she felt his eyes on her, soaking in all her exposed glory. Her struggles had tired her, and sweat glistened off of her porcelain skin. Still she struggled. Her arms ached, and rug burns covered her shoulders and hips. Still she snuggled. It was all she could do. She was helpless, exposed and sure he was watching. Only the smallest of thong panties protected her most private dignity from his spying eyes, and he had told her that if she stopped struggling he would take those panties down to her knees. Her current state was shameful enough, she could not bear the thought of having to go through completely exposed!

It is always a blast to work with Nyxon. She knows exactly what to do when you tell her what the scene needs. All I had to do for image above was tell her that it was about high heels, long legs and but shots. She did the rest!

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Couches Are Not Alway Comfy

Try that on for size!

Her struggles had reduced noticeably since the beginning of her ordeal. At first she thought it was a typical burglary, the type of thing you see on television all the time. He was obviously only interested in money, so she did not feel too threatened as he began to tie her up. She would give him her widest eyes and plead for mercy. He would apologize for having to having to restraint her and then leave her to wriggle free of the loose ropes he bashfully applied. He was not bashful though, he was brazen. His confidence became clear after her hands were already tied. She thought the next rope was for her ankles, but he tied it around her waist. He then pulled it through her crotch, pulling it uncomfortably deep. She protested and received a huge ballgag strapped into her face as a reward. As she began to drool all over herself she began to think this man was no gentleman robber. The realization sunk in more as he pulled her arms together behind her back and tied them in place. He seemed far to skilled at this for just a bungling thief. Her hopes for etiquette ended when her tore open her blouse and fondled her bared breasts. She began to struggle now. It was not longer a game, it was all too real. She was already too helpless at this point to fight much let alone prevent her wrists from being drawn sharply to her ankles.  She felt concerned for the first time as she writhed helplessly on the couch, but he was not done. He pulled a stocking over her face and tape it in place. Before she could even wonder what they hosiery was for he pulled her head back to her elbows and tied the stocking off. She really started to struggle now. This was not lounging on the couch in a few ropes. This was not waiting demurely until someone arrived to help her free. This was true helplessness and extreme discomfort. She could already feel her fingers being to tingle and the stocking was crushing her nostrils. She could barely breathe. She could barely move. She should have resisted more in the beginning, but she misjudged his intentions entirely. He did not want her money. She struggled less and less as she tired and strained to breath. She could hear noises and knew he had no left her. She could not bear the thought of being left alone like this and actually felt a little relieved to know he was still around. Her relief faded though when she saw him pull in a four-wheel dolly with a platform about the size of a hogtied damsel. He indeed did not want her money. He wanted her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it!

A component of predicament bondage that I enjoy is finding a point called "the suck." I first heard that term working with Nyxon, and I have used it ever since. There is a part of many restraints where things go from, "I can handle this" to, "holy shit, hurry up and get some footage." The model starts her timer and does whatever internal meditation they choose to get them through the next 5, 10, 15 or more minutes. It is literally a point where the model starts to hate the position and would want out right away if not for them being so damn awesome. I used to think it was when I tied the elbows, but this is not often the case. So many people are so flexible and mentally durable these days that they can go a long time after their elbows are tied. I have discovered though that a stocking on the head always brings "the suck." Most people do not like having their vision obscured. Even less like having the stocking against their nostrils. It just really puts someone into a much more helpless state. 

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Hannah's Lost Bondage Bet

Ten more minutes?!?!

How the hell was she going to get out of this? It had already been 20 minutes of struggling trussed up like a holiday goose, over an hour counting when that bastard start meticulously applying rope to her naked body. What kind of rope was this anyway? If felt like it had sand glued to it, like little saws were digging into her skin every time she moved. She could deal with it in general, but those ropes he pulled tightly into her crotch were becoming very difficult to deal with. There are just some things that you do not want prickly rope dragging back and forth against. She had precious few options though. The ropes held fast despite all of her efforts, and the numbness in her hands made her fingers useless. She was little more than a lump of glistening flesh and taught rope at this point. The ball from the harness gag was still deeply wedged into her mouth. It pried her jaws opening and the strain was cramping her jaw muscles. She could not even prevent drool from flowing freely down her face let alone form anything close to a coherent word. Her throat was hoarse as well. She tried periodically to attract attention to herself, but her noises became less and less noticeable. She doubted anyone in the next room could hear her at this point let alone someone passing by outside. The worst part was the blindfold. She had no idea where she was in the living room. The sensory deprivation made minutes seem like eternity. There were scissors and a cell phone only yards away, but she had no idea where they were. Even if she did she had no way of making her way to them. The only thing she could do was wiggle less and less as each minute passed. There was always a chance that her motion would loosen a knot or make a rope slip. Miracles happen right? She would arch or twist or kick her legs, and a flaw in this torturous restraint would surface. That minor flaw would be her chance to begin working her way to freedom. Just because the first 20 minutes had result in nothing did not mean that it could happen. Right, all of that active and fervent wriggling produced no results and her barest of motion now would make all the ropes unravel. She had lost. She had 40 more minutes to go, and she could do little more than rest on her side and wait for him to come back and collect his reward. All of her bragging about being able to escape anything meant nothing. Was he even still there? He had won the bet before the timer even started, and he probably just left his prize on the floor alone, helpless and waiting for collection an hour later. She had 40 minutes to go and no energy left. All she could do was curse herself for such bravado and contemplate agreeing to model for him free for the next five shoots. She had 40 minutes to wait and then 40 hours of free jacked bondage waiting for her. She was never going to make a bet ever again.

I started making my own natural fiber rope out of jute a while back. I try to rotate my hobbies to keep up interest and things that need physical dexterity are a form of meditation for me. I decided to try my hand at home-made rope-making, and I am very pleased with the results. As with anything new some poor girl becomes the test model for my new hobby. I had already used the rope on Angelique, and she described the rope as having "tiny knives" all over it. It was time for another "Hogtie from Hell" in the rotation, so Hannah received the full treatment. Fully nude there were no barriers between her skin and the scratchy rope. After hundreds of feet of prickly rope and a crotch rope pulled in tight she struggled non-stop. Every movement dragged against the rope, but she knew the rules. If she stopped moving I would add a minute every time until we reached an hour. Unfortunately for her I needed 20 minutes instead of my usual 7 for the challenge because of a custom request. Hannah was up to the task. She never stopped moving and thanks to a secure harness gag she never complained once ... at least not that I could make out through all that grunting and drool!

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Heeled, Hosed and Helpless

My Nose Starts Itching Now?!?

The poor girl did little more than lie on her side and grunt into her gag since she managed to roll over. The ropes were too tight, and the position was too restrictive. All she wanted was a few drinks and some relaxing fun at the hotel bar. He seemed nice enough but after several rounds he pulled the inevitable, "let's take this up to my room" routine. She gracefully excused herself to check on a "sick friend" and headed upstairs. He followed her into the elevator though and before she even realized what was happening he was shoving her into his hotel room. She tried to get away, but he physically outmatched her. His hands squeezed her breasts and slapped her ass as she writhed in his grasp. She gasped as the first ropes starting sinking tightly into her flesh. Each knot meant escape was that farther away. By the time her hands, feet, chest and ankles were tied she had only one shot at freedom, but he took that away by shoving a huge ball into her mouth and strapping it in place behind her neck. She began to drool immediately as he bared her huge breasts and began wrapping rope tightly around them. They ballooned and shifted shade to an angry red. She had never felt such discomfort, but he kept winding the rope until her tits were hard and sensitive balloons. She could hardly believe it when he wound rope around her elbows so tightly they touched. Her shoulder ached, but there was no escape from the helplessness and discomfort. He removed her gag, and she pleaded for mercy. He responded by shoving a huge pair of panties into her mouth and tightly taping them in place. It squeezed her head and pushed the panties deeply into her mouth. She had no time to reflect on gag's severity as he pushed her to the floor. He pulled her ankles to her chest forcing her to sharply arch. Her huge breasts barely touched the floor. She grunted from the strain as he cinched things off, but he was not finished with her. He pulled stocking over her head, taped it in place and used it to pull her head sharply back. He told her he was going back to the bar for a couple of shots of whiskey. She was alone. She could barely move but needed to relieve some of the pressure from her aching breasts. She mustered all the energy she had and starting rocking back and forth until she fell to her side. She was a motionless, panting, grunting and moaning bundle of flesh on the carpet, and all she could do was endure. The position was too secure. The ropes were too tight. She had no option but to wait. She shifted every so slightly in her bonds and groaned. All she had to do was wait.

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A Girl, A Couch and a Jacked Restraint

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Nyxon Lies Down on the Job

How are you lighting this? I want you to get my good cheek!

She had already worked at the bonds for two hours sitting on the carpet, an effort that had chaffed her bared buttocks to a rosy red and uncomfortable state. The carpet fibers felt like needled with every movement, and the skin on her ass felt like it was on fire. Her arms were tingling, numb and of no use in changing her position. She looked at the floor a couple of feet down, but it might as well have been 20 feet. She took a deep breath, tensed every muscle she could and let herself fall to her side. Time slowed as she rolled over and began moving towards the ground. She lifted her head away from the rug, grit her teeth into her gag and waited for the eternity it took for gravity to suck her to the ground. Her shoulder drove into the rug with a loud thump as she yelped into her gag. She saw stars, and pain shot down her arm. The jolt stopped at her elbow. Everything below the ropes holding it against the other had no feeling anymore. The initial shock faded, and she began struggling again in earnest. She lifted her ankles and kicked them at the air. She could feel the ends of the rope hitting her calves as she did, and it renewed her faith that escape was possible. Although she could not feel them her fingers wiggled ever so slightly, and she continued to kick. Her ass cheeks glowed hot and red from rug burn, and her shoulder ached. She chewed into her gag, and spit drool from her mouth as she cried out in help. She kicked and wiggled and moaned and fought with all her might, and it amounted to ... nothing. The knots held. The ropes still dug deeply into her soft flesh. The gag silenced her just as cruelly as before. A coil of rope fell by her face and she yelled out in surprise. He was back, and her plight was not over. A second coil, a third and then a fourth fell to the ground by her. Her predicament it seemed was just beginning.

In a world full contorted cuties it is refreshing to do a four-point restraint every so often. Ankles, knees, wrist and elbows is a staple of any rigger's toolbox and often leads up to the much-loved hogtie. There is just something about a simple but tight restraint that gives a girl enough wiggle to let you know sterner measures may be necessary. Nyxon is a great example. Left to her own devices she will pick at any knot, test every rope and find some way to turn your clever restraint into a pile of ropes on the floor that she stands over smiling at the camera. This is what gets her into so many predicaments at my place. She just has to force my hand. Lifting her ankles off of the ground and wigging her buns for the camera is never enough. She just has to try and escape, and I just have to bring in more rope to put her to the test.

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Some Hogties Are Harder Than Others

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Gigi Learns She Hates Being a Mummy!

The door? That son of a bitch is leaving!!!

She had no idea how long she had been like this. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours when one is blind, almost deaf and unable to move. Her fervent struggling had long since ceased, replaced by a battle just to endure the increasing tightness of her predicament. The electrical tape squeezed her like a vice now that she had no strength to fight. She could only manage short breaths anyway, not enough to fuel meaningful struggle. The heat was unbearable. He had encased her in nylon before taping her. It seemed a kindness at first, a measure that prevents the tape from sticking to her skin. The double layer of nylon and tape kept in all her body heat though. It built up, and sweat drenched her body. Her neck was stiff, and she lifted her head to stretch it. She was afraid to roll on her back again. There was so much drool in her mouth, and it triggered her gag reflex when she rolled from her side. She could not afford another coughing fit like before. She almost blacked out the last time, and breathing took all her concentration. First one breath, then another. She focused on her breathing. She forced the air in and out despite the tape crushing her chest. In then out, steady and sure she kept telling her self. First one breath, and then the next. What she would not give for just one pillow at this point. Her neck was so sore. There were pillows about the room, but she had no idea where she was at this point. They might as well be miles away instead of mere feet. She could not roll anyway. The predicament had defeated her. It forced her to stay silent and immobile. She could do nothing but breath and wait for the return of the man that had done this to her. Anything would be better than this though. She welcomed his return despite what could be in store. She would hear the door at any moment. He would make things worse, but he would release he from this. That was all she cared about. What came next was no concern. All that mattered was an end to this. He was not a villain. He was going to be her savior. He would end this predicament, and that is all that mattered. She breathed in and out, and waited.

There is a subtle satisfaction to a restraint that wears a girl out instead of just defeating her. Anyone can make a damsel tap out of a position. It is much harder to create a scenario that slowly wears them down to the point where they can barely move anymore. They want to keep going. They want to struggle and moan and keep the film rolling. They cannot though. Their bonds have sucked all the energy from their limbs and all the spirit from their heart. The only thing they are left with after ten minutes is the ability to lay there and hope their lack of movement does not result in an addition to a position that is already made its point.

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Damsels for Customs

Like that position cupcake?

I had an interesting and unique opportunity fall into my lap when I discovered that both Hannah Perez and Tara will be stopping by at the same time. Recent openings in both of their schedules make them available for customs this coming Tuesday, March 26th. If you would like to book a custom with both or either individually please contact me at tedmichaelsdamsels@gmail.com

Rubbed the Wrong Way

The only rope that did not hurt!

She tried to contain the mass of spit in her mouth. She curled her lips around the large ball and breathed steadily through her nose. She worked against the ropes hoping just one would slip or just one knot would start to loosen. It was an effort in futility that she had repeated for almost an hour. Her body ached and her fingers tingled. The more of her that went numb the more other areas began to throb. She continued desperately to try to free herself, but discomfort was the only reward for her fervent struggles. She grew tired, but she had to keep going. Each minute drew her farther and farther from the hope of ever freeing herself and ever closer to a shameful surprise she could never expect. She gyrated in the ropes and tensed against their tightness. Fingers without feeling flexed. Arms on fire swayed back and forth, and shoulders bucked against ropes that would never yield. The struggles were taking their toll, and the sweat glistening on her body grew heavier with each movement. She began to notice a familiar sensation. It was those damn ropes between legs, pulled deeply inside her and up against her womanhood. They rubbed with each movement. They stimulated her. She paused from her struggles to let the rising subside, but the clock caught her eye. Her hour was almost up. He would be back to take her away. All would be lost without escape and so she struggled again with renewed fervor. The sensation grew but still she struggled. She writhed and moaned, and the sensation grew. She pushed her hips into the tight ropes over and over, and the sensation grew. She needed to get free, she fought the ropes and the sensation grew. It grew and it grew and it grew and then ... she was out of time. The flood came over her and waves of sensation flooded her body. Her entire body shook with spasms. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she opened her mouth wide. The drool drained from her face, flowed from her chin and ran down her chest. She screamed into the ball as saliva bubbled and sprayed into the air. She panted, and tried to catch her breath. She still had time to get loose. She could still be free. It was then that she heard soft clapping in the shadows. He emerged still applauding her show. He had been there the entire time hidden behind the bright lights. The bastard had watched every movement and witnessed the agony of her predicament. Escape would have to wait. She knew this little show was far from over.


Crotch ropes are a necessary element of predicament bondage in my opinion. I correct myself, tight crotch ropes are necessary. They add a certain element of helplessness for sure because the damsel cannot even prevent a rope from going between her legs. The predicament comes into play because struggling will always remind a girl that there is a rope between her legs. It might hurt. It might chafe. It might feel like awesome times twenty, but a girl will always know it is there. That is the essence of a predicament for me. The damsel needs to struggle, but the struggling will always let her know there is a crotch rope and just where it is rubbing!

Reflections of Bondage

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I Can't Be Found, Not Like This

At least he left my panties on me!

She struggled against the tight ropes, but her attempts grew increasingly feeble. The position and strictness of her bonds drained her energy quickly leaving her dangling from her wrists and whining into her gag. All she would have to do is scream when the doorbell rang, but there would be no rescue at this time of night. It was already far too late for visitors or packages or cherub-faced girls selling cookies. She was not even sure she wanted to be found this way. It was not enough to bind her so securely and uncomfortably. He had to cut off her expensive dress as well. She dangled there practically naked, her body beaded with perspiration and drool flowing from her gagged mouth. If only she could reach a knot, just one knot, but he made sure none were near her hands. Her fingers were useless anyway. They had gone numb ten minutes ago. Her struggles exhausted her, and she focused her remaining strength on not falling over. She feared dislocating her shoulders if she fell. The ropes crushing her shoulders together pulled her shoulders back so sharpy. Kerri did not even know that was physically possible, but she hung there a very pained and helpless proof of her own physical flexibility. She heard him upstairs again rummaging through her things. Panic suddenly overtook her. What if he wanted more than her valuables? She hung there ready and on display, and the only thing between her and his advances were a very skimpy pair of panties. He came downstairs with a pillowcase full of her things over his shoulder. She looked at him wide-eyed over her shoulder as he put down the sack and moved in behind her. Slowly he pulled down her panties as she cried into her gag. He slid them off of her ass, down her thighs and left them hanging off the ropes at her knees. Adrenaline overtook her exhaustion, and she thrashed in her bonds despite the pain. Then he laughed and smacked her hard on the ass. "What kind of creep do you think I am?" he asked. He told her that he would call the police to free her in an hour, and he wanted to make sure the boys at the precinct got a good show. Then he left after whispering something into her ear that haunted her for years to come. Then he left her to wait, pained, tired and knowing full well that in an hour she would become the most traded evidence photo in the history of the precinct.

A fun storyline for me focuses on the shame that a damsel feels at the thought of rescue. The bondage is brutal, and they naturally want release. The cost of freedom though is discovery in a very shameful state. The villain stripped ur heroine naked and left her contorted into an exposed position. The contrast of a need for release against the fearful anticipation of being found in such a state is a true mental predicament.

Try Not to Move Too Much

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Open Letter to Clips4Sale

I will start by saying that I love Clips4Sale. That does not however quell my growing dismay at frequent changes that drastically affect clip sales without obtaining feedback from store owners. I find it insulting to see constant changes that affect connectivity, load times and amount of traffic to my stores. I find it infuriating that these changes happen unannounced. It gives producers no time to prepare and forced a reactive culture where producers scramble to adapt to these unannounced changes.

I have worked in web development and software development for 30 years, 11 of those being in upper management and working closely with marketing departments. This type of roll-out process disrespectful to producers, error-prone and punishing to your customers.

First on the agenda is to address changes in a more proactive manner. Inform your producers that things will be changing and give them time to voice concerns about possible changes. It is a well-known industry mantra that the majority of feedback received is negative. That often leads to major changes being based on a few complaints and not representing a potentially larger group happy with the current service. Appeasing the few while angering a larger group is bad. Keep us informed. You help us make income. We help you make income. Springing major changes is poor business, and I have grown to expect more of you because of the respect that I have for Clips4Sale.

Next I want to address recent updates to the front page. My "DO" list hits have dropped drastically. This is in part due to the fetishes shown rotating. I can fully understand that lesser fetishes or fetishes not already on the list want more prominence. There are ways to accomplish this without unfairly representing sub-fetishes. I will break this down below:

1. Fetishes that drive less income should receive less prominence. As in any retail store, items that sell well go up front and items that sell poorly hide on the shelves. You can bring them out from time to time, but they can never overshadow key earners for too long. Weight fetishes by hits and/or income and then provide a minimum to ensure they show at show point if they weight too small.
2. Sub-fetishes dilute the front page. There are dozens upon dozens of categories and many of them earn little money. Giving them more prominence is good but not at the expense of fetishes that generate high amounts of money. Break your categories into major categories and sub-categories. Only major categories should go on the front page.

Systems that attempt to show a wide variety of categories have a need to weight how often these categories are shown to prevent over-representation. There is no reason that a category I have never seen on the top 50 clips overall should ever get as much exposure as a category that makes a large percentage of income for Clips4Sale.

My advice is to show more categories on the front page. Create two sections that represent both most popular fetishes and recently updated fetishes. It confuses the customer to show 12 categories that are the most recently updated and state that they are the most popular. It creates buyer confusion. A possible solution is to keep 12 images in a top section for the true most popular fetishes. Then create a link listing of 2 or 3 columns below that list up to 45-60 more fetishes. A second section below can be like it is now but properly listed as most recently updated categories. As with the first section a series of links will add to the number of stores getting exposure as recently updated.

I do not know your infrastructure and will never say the above is easy. The above is at least a step in a better direction in my mind. Regardless the information vacuum update policy should stop. I have been too loyal to Clips4Sale to be kept continually in the dark about things that affect my hits per month and also my monthly sales.

I appreciate all that Clips4Sale does for me, and I present the above as my opinion on how to make a great service greater. And yes I am available for contract web development and programming if you want me to put my money where my mouth is!

I will start by saying that I love Clips4Sale. That does not however quell my growing dismay at frequent changes that drastically affect clip sales without obtaining feedback from store owners. I find it insulting to see constant changes that affect connectivity, load times and amount of traffic to my stores. I find it infuriating that these changes happen unannounced. It gives producers no time to prepare and forced a reactive culture where producers scramble to adapt to these unannounced changes

I have worked in web development and software development for 30 years, 11 of those being in upper management and working closely with marketing departments. This type of roll-out process disrespectful to producers, error-prone and punishing to your customers.

First on the agenda is to discuss changes in a more proactive way. Inform your producers that things will be changing and give them time to voice concerns about possible changes. It is a well-known industry fact that most feedback received is negative. That often leads to major changes being based on a few complaints and not representing a potentially larger group happy with the current service. Appeasing the few while angering a larger group is bad. Keep us informed. You help us make income. We help you make income. Springing major changes is poor business, and I have grown to expect more of you because of the respect that I have for Clips4Sale.

Next I want to discuss recent updates to the front page. My "DO" list hits have dropped drastically. This is in part due to the fetishes shown rotating. I can fully understand that lesser fetishes or fetishes not already on the list want more prominence. There are ways to carry out this without unfairly representing sub-fetishes. I will break this down below:

• Fetishes that drive less income should receive less prominence. As in any retail store, items that sell well go up front and items that sell poorly hide on the shelves. You can bring them out from time to time, but they can never overshadow key earners for too long. Weight fetishes by hits and/or income and then offer a minimum to make sure they show at show point if they weight too small. 

• Sub-fetishes dilute the front page. There are dozens upon dozens of categories and many of them earn little money. Giving them more prominence is good but not at the cost of fetishes that generate high amounts of money. Break your categories into major categories and sub-categories. Only major categories should go on the front page.

Systems that attempt to show a variety of categories have a need to weight how often these categories appear to prevent over-representation. There is no reason that a category I have never seen on the top 50 clips overall should ever get as much exposure as a category that makes a large percentage of income for Clips4Sale.

My advice is to show more categories on the front page. Create two sections that represent both most popular fetishes and recently updated fetishes. It confuses the customer to show 12 categories that are the most recently updated and state that they are the most popular. It creates buyer confusion. A possible solution is to keep 12 images in a top section for the true most popular fetishes. Then create a link listing of 2 or 3 columns below that list up to 45-60 more fetishes. A second section below match the current section but properly listed as most recently updated categories. As with the first section a series of links will add to the number of stores getting exposure as recently updated.

I do not know your infrastructure and will never say the above is easy. The above is at least a step in a better direction in my mind. Regardless the information vacuum update policy should stop. I have been too loyal to Clips4Sale to be kept continually in the dark about things that affect my hits per month and my monthly sales.

I appreciate all that Clips4Sale does for me, and I present the above as my opinion on how to make a great service greater. I have seen many changes that I find value-added and appreciate all the hard work that goes into the system. I just feel that some changes do not represent the whole of producers and most certainly do not benefit all producers. And yes I am available for contract web development and programming if you want me to put my money where my mouth is!