AJ Marion: Bondage Model and Producer

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Abandoned

Mr. Ogre has a plan. He’s sexy milf Jade and dragged her to a secret location where he plans to ransom her to her wealthy husband. The poor woman never had a chance as Ogre grabbed her from behind and threw her into the back of his grey van. Now, dressed in the skimpiest of outfits, in the of Winter, she is about to have an unforgettable experience.
Red thigh high boots are difficult to walk in, and even worse in an abandoned factory where the floor is littered with debris. She is wearing black lingerie which does little to protect her from the cold air of the long machine room where Ogre is dragging her. Her hands are bound in front of her, a thick red ballgag separating her lips and forcing her teeth painfully apart.
He shoves her back against a huge wheel, binding her waist around the pump arm which ran the machine, long since forgotten and left to decay. The crotch rope pulls painfully against her clit and she is forced to stand there an endure this humiliation and this pain. Ogre tells her not to fight him or it will get much, much worse.
First, her left wrist is lifted far above her head and tied off to a rope that was apparently set up ahead of time. A plane flies overhead, perhaps her husband has already found her missing and sent it to search for her. Ogre is unconcerned and ties a rope around her right wrist, yanking it also painfully up and back, securing it to another spot on the wheel. He anchors this rope back down to her crotch so that any movement on her part will pull the already tight rope even tighter.
Then, because she looks too comfortable, Ogre lifts her left leg and secures it to the pump arm, twisting her body painfully sideways, forcing her to stand on her right foot in the super high arched boots. After a few minutes, Mr. O still isn’t happy with this position and so comes back over to add a hairtie, pulling her head back up and forcing her to look at him. She languishes like this for a while and Mr. Ogre tells her that if he doesn’t have his money in three days, he’ll be back for her to end her suffering…

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Table Top Crotch ‘n Neck

I had yet to tie Jasmine to the dining room table and felt it was about damned time to do some tough bondage with her on it. She comes over to the house all ready to go in a dark blue dress with ruffled shoulders and a pair of black pumps. I tell her we’re going to do some light, run of the mill work on her today and I think she believed me. You’d think she would know better by now.
Anyway, I tie her wrists together behind her back and finish the first piece of rope with a second binding right below her elbows. I then do an upper arm tie and finish that off with an anchor behind her neck. I make her put her legs into position and then bind those to the legs of the table so she is forced to spread them wide. I push her over onto the table and she grunts a little bit as I contort her body uncomfortably.
I put a crotch rope on her, because I am nice like that and anchor it to her wrist ropes. If she pulls on her arms, she’ll yank on the crotch rope. At this point I think it’s best if I go ahead and gag her, so I grab the red ball gag and stuff it in, making Jasmine tuck her chin down so it goes nice and tight.
To keep her down on the table I go ahead and stick an anchoring rope on her upper armtie and affix it to the opposite table legs. This keeps her nice and horizontal with her ass sticking up in the air. But I can’t leave it at that. I put a neck rope on her and tie it off to the opposite legs of the table as well, playing with her by tugging on the ropes. And just because I am a bastard, I put ANOTHER neck rope on her and tie it to the closest legs, the ones her ankles are tied to.
By this time she is moaning and wriggling on the table like a bitch in heat. In fact, she loves the neck ropes so much she kept pulling on them enough that she had a rope bruise on the front of her neck for a week. And of course, while she was choking herself, she kept pulling on the crotch rope, masturbating with it!
The noises this girl made and the motions she goes through have to be seen to be believed. This was an incredibly hot scene and she enjoyed every minute of it. I hope you enjoy every minute of it as well!

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Water Bucket Predicament

The clip opens with Jasmine wearing a black corset type top, black panties and matching thigh high stockings. Her high heels are only visible much later in the clip. “All right, ready to do this?” I ask her. “Are you concerned this is going to suck?” She nods and giggles once. “Don’t worry, this will suck.”
I start by tying her wrists together behind her back, and then work my way up to binding her arms just below the elbows. I finish the arm ties by wrapping rope all the way around her arms and her torso. I stuff some yellow panties into her mouth, making sure she gets a minute to adjust them in her mouth. “Yep, just like eating lobster. Shut up.” I cover her mouth by wrapping her head in vetwrap.
Just to make sure she is especially unhappy, I tie a rope around her neck and then attach it to the joist above her head. Once that is all done, I show her the contraption that we’ve set up to torture her with. A bucket hangs by a long piece of dark rope, underneath a water bottle. The spigot of the water bottle is right over the bucket. Just as a final touch, I tie a rope around her right ankle and then to the spigot, giving her the chance to pull spigot open and start the water. Which, of course, she does immediately.
The camera pans all over her body, showing the rope splitting her pussy underneath her underwear, showing her legs, and showing the look on her face as she struggles with the rope. At one point I decide I’m thirsty, so I come grab some water out of the bucket as it pours periodically.
After a few minutes, it becomes apparent that the rope has stretched and Jasmine has worked her way forward just enough that the bucket is resting on the ground. So I come back in and make sure to shorten the rope for her. We wouldn’t want her to feel cheated in her torment!