Angelique is hogtied tight again!

What do you mean we can go a little tighter?

I have always cinched nylon rope as tight as possible. People might things that jute or cotton rope is the most brutal because it is thin and does not slip, but nylon is more brutal because it is more slippery. When something has more give I pull torque, tug and tie it as tightly as possible to lock everything in place. When I tie with all-natural materials things lock in place without much effort. There is not reason to tug them tighter. With nylon every little slip subconsciously compels me to pull and pull some more until I pull it to tension and all the slip disappears from the synthetic fibers. Tied strictly nylon is just as unyielding as natural fiber rope and because it has no give it is far more restrictive to a poor damsel.

Angelique dressed for a set in a shiny, black catsuit, and there could be no better contrast than shiny white rope. Jute would not show well on video and cotton rope looks dirty to me against black. No, it had to be nylon rope and shiny microfoam for the gag. She struggles against me as I tied her which forced ever rope to be pulled as tightly as possible. It wasn't long before the tightness sapped the struggle from her, and I was restraining her without resistance. I could pull every wrap of rope as snug as possible, cinching things down to an agonizing level of constriction. I let her struggle before the hogtie just to loosen her up. I prefer to hogtie a girl when she is limp from being tired. A damsel with tense up when I put on a hogtie, and this works against me. I can pull a tired damsel tighter, pulling that arch to higher and higher levels. Once she started to sweat I knew it was time and stepped in to finish the hogtie. I pulled her crossed ankles to her shoulders until she grunted. I then pulled some more until she started to arch. She groaned, but I pulled even more. I kept pulling until her wrists were under her ankles. Her chest was high off the floor as were her knees, and her struggles were not reduced to that of an obscene rocking bundle of helpless damsel. She began to sweat even more, to the point of it dropping off her face. She could not rest on her chest or with her legs. All the strain was on her back as she balanced on her hips using every muscle just to endure. I left her for six or seven minutes. Her facial expressions told me that she was truly struggling from the start, but she had little choice in the matter. As a bead of sweat fell from the tip of her nose I called it and stepped in to release her. Nylon rope is not a damsels friend. Of course it did not deter Angelique from letting me hogtie her again for the next set. She is funny that way.

Image courtesy of Brutal Backarch for the Bitchy Burglar with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10512947.

Can I Go Now? I'm Done Stealing ... Honest!

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Angelique Kithos is hard as nails!

Wrists past her ankles!

Imagine that you're sitting on the couch one day, and Angelique Kithos walks up to you. She says she wants to shoot clips for you bondage store, and she has all day to do it. Your mind goes through the possibilities, but your cut off by her saying, "no bullshit, I want everything you give the other models and more." I mean how can you say no to that? You can't, so I complied with her request.

She's always wanted to tune up the fight scenes for her store, so I used it as a chance for a mock fight. She played the cat burglar, and I played the bounty hunter. Yes, the cat burglar is an often used premise, but Angelique filling out that black spandex is something. She's over 6 feet tall in heels, has legs to die for and tits so perfect she is asked monthly for a reference to the doctor that do her implants ... surprise, they're all real! She walks in, I walk in. She starts throwing punches that I dodge and block because I'm the damn director. I connect though, and she's on the floor waiting for the bondage to start.

I tie her wrists and ankles before she starts some hard struggling. In her usual fashion she's calling me names and even tries to spit on me. That gets her a mouth stuffed with panties and tape wrapped around her face to keep them in. Her words are garbled but angry as I tie her chest and then weld her arms together behind her back. She again struggles like hell, a symphony of helplessness in constant motion. The problem is that she's made sure I can't call in my capture to the authorities. I can't just be driving around with a tied up girl in the truck, even bounty hunters have to play by certain rules. My only choice is to use the neighbor's phone which means the energetic beauty has one more length of rope going on. I pull her into a hogtie with her ankles to her chest and keep wrenching it so the ropes between get shorter and shorter. She grunts in discomfort as her chest and knees are pulled completely off the ground in a forced arch.

She can barely move and the discomfort is obvious on her face. She is not faking that classic damsel expression because the position forces it out of her. For seven minutes she can barely move in a position that provides no chance for comfort of any kind. The breathing through her nose gets more and more distress, the expression on her face gets more and more contorted and the sweat from the strain pours down her face. We keep the house at about 64 degrees when we shoot and use fluorescent lights. When you sweat it's because the ropes are tight, tight, tight! When the panties came out of her mouth she asked, "okay, a mummification next?"

Image courtesy of Brutal Back-arch for the Bitchy Burglar with Angelique Kithos.

I Don't Know How Pantyhose Work

Is this how these things go on?

Okay, I know how pantyhose work. I just refuse to use them for their intended purpose sometimes. Nylon encasement is a new love of mine and Chrissy Daniels got that in full force. We have a really good shooting rapport, so I've been able to pull off some challenging positions with her. This time I decided I'd do something that would break her. I don't mean that in "I'm a tough-guy and an ass" sort of way. I mean that Chrissy has taken all I've dished out so far, so I told her we'd do a tap-out position.

I man-handled her, tied her a bit then started putting the nylon all over her. She was already in a catsuit so it had to be toasty, but she never let on. It was a fight getting all that pantyhose and electrical tape all over her. She fought me the entire time, even biting my arm ... hard .. at one point. I had to drive my arm into the back of her mouth to pry her jaws open and had some nice marks for the rest of the day. She paid for it thought in the form of more electrical tape, a tight gag and a blindfold.

I use the bitgag in situations where someone is being too feisty. It lets the drool out but the nylon keeps the drool from dripping away. Soon your whole face is a sticky, drool-soaked mess. It is not pleasant, and she let me know that the first chance she got ... which was about 15 minutes later unfortunately for her. Once the restraint was complete she struggled non-stop. She tisted, turned, moaned and groaned. She lifted her feet in the air over and over wearing about 15 pounds of boots. She never stopped. After a while of filming I decided to end it by cropping her ass hard. She never cried Uncle. She cried out, but she never cried Uncle. Chrissy is one tough cookie :) Speaking of which she apparently bakes them for people at Fetishcon, so get in your order now!

Image courtesy of Nylon Encasement Nightmares: Chrissy Is Owned with Chrissy Daniels.