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.

Putting My Best Foot Forward

Bondage Meets DragonballZ!

I will start by saying Happy New Year to all! Last year was an interesting experiment for me. I had so much material in reserve I decided to take a break from active shooting for, well, the entire year. I honestly thought my stores would shrivel and go away, and I would start again in 2014 needing to slowly build myself back up. I actually entertained the thought at times of just walking away from things if that shriveling was too much. That retraction was never the case. Despite no shooting for my own stores, a relaxation in my release schedule and showing Twitter and Facebook the hand I had my best year ever. Success in a year where a business functions on stored inventory is rare, and it is in large part to having the greatest fans possible. You all rock, and I am looking forward to a year exploring new concepts, taking chances are larger ventures and dusting off previous concepts that need to be continued with new vigor!

Image courtesy of The Burglar Ensured His Getaway by Making Sure I Would Never Get Away starring Kerri Taylor and available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10057951.

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.

Two-Girl Hogtie with No Escape

Pantyhose ain't just for robbing banks.

I had the great fortune to spend almost a week with JJ Plush and Tony from GotCuffs recently. Angelique and I went up and were treated to great hospitality. We drank, we ate and yes we even shot a little. How did I repay that hospitality? Apparently I made JJ cry in bondage for the first time in a very long time. I take no pride in making girls cry, but I will fully admit that I find it sexy as hell.

I have always loved working with both gals as they are perfect damsels. Anyone can get tied up. A lot of people can get tied up tightly. How anyone can get jacked up into an insanely severe hogtie, be brought to tears, made to drool all over themselves and thank me for a cathartic set is beyond me. That my friends is some kind of special. It's a kind of special that I got to bind, grope and lead around dank and cold basements for days and days.

Both girls are similar in that they seem so pathetic in a scene. You just want to rescue them. That is until they start messing with your ropes. Knots start coming undone, gags get removed and people start hopping around. That forces your hand as a bad guy. You start tying tighter, pinching nipples, cinching gags extra tight and upping the ante. The girls do not stop though. Anything I threw at them led to increased attempts to foil my restraints. I gagged them both with panties. I bound breasts. I groped them and stuffed giant ballgags into their mouths. I forced them to gag kiss, to drool on themselves and slapped their asses. Nothing slowed them down.

That is what brought them to this fate. I did not plan this position. I planned having them both hogtied most definitely, but my mind's eye had no vision of such a devious fate. The more they moved the more I tried to make them not move. The funny part is that they knew it. They have both worked with me a lot. They know that if you keep moving I will keep adding to the restraint. As I began roping them side by side, one girl's ankles to the others wrists and one girls wrists to the others ankles I heard JJ gasp. I saw Angelique's face contort as I tied their elbows and shoulders forcing them side by side and slightly leaning into each other. Still they struggled.

Without even thinking I pulled out stockings. They last humiliation would be to hood them and force them to sweat and drool inside pantyhose prisons. I pulled the stockings over their heads and taped them in place. I pulled on the ends and for some reason tied them head-to-head. I realized this could be a great predicament and pulled the stockings back to their ankles and tied them in place. Their faces were contorted, their heads pulled back tightly. They could barely move. Both girls were in real and extreme distress. Tears rolled down JJ's face, and saliva dripped from Angelique's chin. The struggling was over. Both girls were now completely helpless. Any movement from one caused agony from the other. No movement meant agony for themselves. It was a true predicament and my favorite 2-girl tie of all time!

Image courtesy of Give Me the Codes with Angelique Kithos and JJ Plush.