Elizabeth Andrews in: Modified Chair Tie
30 photos; 14:09 video
I hop into the room with my arms and ankles already bound. Mr. Andrews had tied me up in one of the other offices and told me to make my way to the chair. I hop all the way to the chair, my high heels clacking on the hard wood floor every time I make contact. I sit in the chair, my mouth pried open by a huge ball gag, drooling on myself. I struggle and whine while I wait for the Mr. Andrews to come into the room. It seems to take forever. I move around on the chair, lifting my legs in the air, XXXX myself into a modified strappado, rubbing my silky taupe pantyhose clad thighs back and forth on one another and adoring my new high heels. Finally the Mr. Andrews comes in and I gave him an idea while he was watching me struggle on the video system in his office. ( no wonder it took him so long )
He tied my wrists to the back of the chair, XXXX me to bend over. My arms could feel the strain instantaneously. He then tied my pony tail off to the back of the chair, limiting how I could move my head. He wasn't finished there though. He looped my neck to my thighs and cinched it off at my chest. I could barely make contact with the floor except with the tips of my high heels. I tried to move around but I was stuck! I lifted my feet up in the air and the chair tipped forward, so I quickly slammed my high heels back onto the hard wood floor. I moaned and whined behind the big gag, begging for release. My arms were so sore, the tension was mounting in my shoulders. I tried to pull my head forward, only to be jerked back by the hair tie. I just wanted to be let out! I cried some more and tried to move but it was pointless, I wasn't going anywhere and apparently the Mr. Andrews wasn't letting me out!
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Item #534