935 - Sandra Silvers
22 photos; 12:35 video
April 8, 2011
Wearing my leather skirt and a blouse, I am dragged (more like pushed)
in to the dark room. My heels scratch along the concrete floor as I
resist, but my wrists and elbows being tied behind my back, I couldn't
do much. "He hasn't tied my legs, maybe I can still get away, " I
thought. But that idea went out the window when my bound elbows are
pulled up high and tied to the joists in the ceiling. "Well, at least I
can steady myself on my feet to relieve some of the strain..." No such
luck. Not only does he tie my legs together, he ties them cross-ankled,
so all I can do is pivot and twist! After an eternity dangling there, I
think he is about to show me some mercy as he removes the bandanna
cleave-gagging me. "Thank you so much..." I begin to say when I'm
rewarded with the whole bandanna stuffed back into my mouth and covered
over with cruel duct tape (all on screen). When he returns, my poor
blouse meets a harsh end when, as if it were nothing, he tears it off,
buttons flying everywhere. Now there is only my purple bra keeping my
tits from being exposed. In one movement he tears it off so quickly that
you can hear the underwire hit the wall on the other side of the room.
Despite my gagged pleas, he decides to sample the goods, groping my
boobs with his strong hands. He leaves and I'm left to struggle. The
lights go out and in the darkness, I scream into my gag. It's no use.