Bondage, Damsel in Crossdresser Bondage, Gagged, Tape Bondage

Kyra was pretty sure there must have been a little extra something in one of those drinks that that guy gave her earlier. Just touching up her lipstick was hard enough, especially the way the mirror kept moving back and forth on the wall. She was going to try to fix her mascara but couldn't remember how it ended up so runny - had she been sobbing inconsolably just thirty minutes ago or was that last week? In any case, it was only going to get worse.

When she finally did reach that guy on the phone he did make a tempting offer when he hinted that he had something special that would "fix" her for the evening. Well, she wasn't sure if she should trust him since they'd just met, but she was feeling relaxed so she agreed to have him come over. It started out nice enough as she flirted and let him know she'd be willing to have some fun but he seemed strangely interested in the ropes and black tape in this duffle bag he brought in. "What do you need all that stuff for? I'll be a good girl," Kyra teased as he put his hand around her wrist and pulled her close. Then things got a little foggy and she realized after a half hour or so that she couldn't lift her head off the bed, as though someone were holding her down. Holy cow! He actually had tied her up and then finished her off with sticky black tape that only got tighter as it compressed and squeezed her face and body. And she couldn't remember at this point if he'd given her that "special" something or not. All she knew was that she was completely helpless and it sounded like her new "date" was in the bathroom talking on his cell phone and inviting someone else over. Kyra suddenly had some serious doubts about what she'd gotten herself into and had the sinking feeling that she was about to become the unenthusiastic hostess of yet another motel party.

Kyra Pixie in White Lingerie in Trouble

Bondage, Damsel in Crossdresser Bondage, Gagged, Tape Bondage

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