Leather Locked Hogtie Struggle, Barefoot & Ballgagged In Bondage, Bound Soles at General - Download or watch online Bondage Video

I can’t see anything but the dark press of leather across my eyes. The blindfold is cinched tight, and every time I shift my head it grinds against my cheekbones, so I’ve stopped trying to look anywhere. My jaw aches around the ballgag — black rubber, slick with drool, keeping my mouth wedged wide open so all that comes out is muffled, useless noise. A thread of drool runs down my chin and I can’t wipe it away. My arms are bent hard at the elbow, forearms laid flat and parallel behind my back, and leather is wrapped tight around them so they can’t slide or separate — the wrap holds them stacked, pressed together, keeping the whole box tie rigid. The elbows stay out a little, locked where the binding put them. I roll my hips and the black thong is the only thing on me, a thin strip of fabric between my bare skin and the mat.
Then the strap from my ankles pulls taut, dragging my soles up close behind me, and I’m bent into a tight hogtie. One strap runs snug across the middle of both soles at once, pinning them flat together — I feel it press into both arches, that strange flat pressure every time I flex my feet. So I struggle against the bondage. I writhe and twist in place, bucking against the mat, my bare feet kicking at nothing, toes curling and spreading. I pull and grunt into the gag, and all it earns me is the leather tightening, the wrap around my forearms biting harder as they strain against each other, the strap across my soles holding every kick short. My breath comes hot and loud through my nose, my skin slick against the mat, and still I keep fighting it — because the fighting is the point.