Bondage Kink Porn
Bondage Porn
“I have something very special in mind for you, dear,” muttered Mr.
Dodds, as he unlocked Mandy’s door. For a moment, he stared
appreciatively at Mandy’s rubber-covered form, held immobile by the
dozens of straps stretched out from her legs, arms, head, and torso.
He watched in silent appreciation as she shifted slightly, trying to
relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced by the fiendish
bondage suit. A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber helmet.
Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door
opening. She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured
waist had turned numb hours ago. Actually, she had found the whole
affair so far to have been rather pleasant, for although she might be
dominant and tough on her lover and slave, Flora, she became positively
week-kneed when faced with Mr. Dodds’ handsome face and perfect
etiquette. Despite his gentlemanly manners, he was the creator of the
most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy had ever
experienced.
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