Quinn's Bondage Assortment

She felt a flutter in her heart as her secretary entered the room. Watching with delight as she bumbles into the room on her tall heels, each one locked around her ankles. Her long tight dress coming down to her shins, making it hard to move her legs far apart. The custom made dress perfectly outlining her figure, black skirt running up her legs to a red corset, edged in black and a bowed ribbon keeping it tight around her abdomen. The tight black dress continuing up over her breast, her outfit keeping them pulled up and prominent. A red leather posture collar, buckled tight around her neck keeps her head inplace, the material running over her shoulders and down her arms to her fingers, encasing them in gloves. Leather cuffs force her hands together in front of her, and a shiny padlock keeps her collar firmly in place. She was very pleased with the decision to try out the new BDSM items in house. All of the secretaries had been put into the dresses to give them some vigorous testing...

Kiara slips over the wall and delicately drops onto the soft sand. She looks about quickly, her long braided black hair touching the ground as crouches cautiously. She stands up and dusts off the sand from her outfit. She moves quickly, her silken slippers leaving footprints in the sand behind her. She had on blue baggy pants and a tight Bandeau covering her breasts, a long scarf pulled over her mouth and nose. She silently darts between buildings, slipping into the shadows as she looks around at her surroundings. It was unlikely anyone was here, but she still took her time, not wanting to miss anything after coming all this way. Her light silken clothes swishing about her as she moves, thankful for the cooling in the harsh city. She makes her way through the mystical city, it had been quite an ordeal to find the place, but soon she will have untold riches. Suddenly through the distance of sand filled and deserted streets she sees a figure, her breath catching in her thr...

The team beams down from the ship, looking around as they get their bearings. The scans inform the team that the planet is uninhabited as thought, but worryingly the communications with the ship seems to be offline at the moment. Before they can get too settled, a cry rings out from a ridge as several figures come clambering over the top. Humanoid creatures with odd pale blue skin, each wielding unknown weapons. Instinctively the away team opens fire with stun phasers, a few figures dropping to the ground, but there are too many of them. Succumbing to the lassos and bolas the team find themselves overwhelmed by the aliens. The protest are ignored by the aliens as the whole team is stripped of there uniforms and bound with wrists behind their backs with leather cuffs, leather straps tied around their heads fashioning a bit in their mouths, forcing mouths open and causing them to drool. Thick collars are buckled around necks as they are forced to stand in a line, each ones collar tied ...

Gwenda picked her way through the undergrowth of the forest, trees and brambles catching at her as she works her way deeper. She clutches onto the bad she carried, full of golden coins she had managed to lift from a nobles carriage. She would need to hide it for a few months before she could come back for it. She stumbled her way into a small clearing, looking about to see it devoid of anything, she decided this would be a good place to keep it until the suspicion blew over.  Gwenda looks up with a start suddenly seeing a large stag at the other end of the clearing, an imposing figure sat astride it. Dresses in green robes, seemingly blending into the very trees as they shimmer and shift. Ethereal blue eyes glare at her across the clearing, a silvery voice calling out from the figure. Complex and eerie words seem to carry much weight, far too complex for Gwenda to fathom the meaning of them. She opens her mouth to reply to the creature, but the moment her mouth is open she fee...

She stepped out onto the jetty, a small bag slung over her shoulder. looking up at the impressive building before her, gothic architecture offsetting it’s silhouette against the dark sky. Rain hammering down as it often did nowadays, rain seeping into her clothes, she pulled her jacket around her and made her way towards the building. She was nervous, spending years studying to become a journalist she never expected to end up trying to sneak into some hotel. But here she was, about to step inside to see if she could find out what was really going on in this strange place. It had only been open for a few months but it seemed to have become quite the talking point, the city's elite were already quite used to decadence seemed to have found something more here. Early reports had painted it as some sort of relaxation center, the guests having quite a buzz about it, but none willing to talk about what happened here. As time went on the place only got stranger, some would simply not com...

She is pulled struggling into the room, her arms handcuffed behind her back. She "humpfs" under the tape over her lips. She tries to pull away from her captors who coldly keep her in place. She notices before her sits her nemesis, in a high backed leather chair. Dressed head to toe in tight black leather, like a Dominatrix. Her heart misses a beat seeing a figure kneeling next to her, a leather clad hand resting on her head. The figure is sitting passively on her knees, dressed in a frilly dress her hands cuffed securely behind her back, her hair done up and a mask harnessed over her head covering her mouth and nose. The once strong woman is now passively sat like a trophy at the other woman's feet, her eyes fluttering as if she is trying to keep conscious. At a gesture from the woman in the chair the guards start to undress her. Ignoring her protests as she is quickly rendered nude, and put into lingerie. She squirms and protests as she is dressed up, her tom...

She scowls at the Genie, clearly she had been trying to muddle up her previous wishes, trying her best to screw her over. She thinks about her final one, studying the creature before her. She was tall and wispy, her skin a light shade of red. Her bear feet gently whisking through the air above the ground as she graciously floats in the air. Her dress wisps and flows around her body, hinting at her shapely body and skin underneath it. A mass of long black hair, seemingly with a life of its own frames her face, a sly smile on her lips. Her large black eyes below small imp horns, full of intelligence and mischievous. The Genie purrs at her "So what is your last wish Mistress?". She pouts at the creature knowing whatever she picks is going to be warped. “I wish that you become my permanent bondage toy”. The Genie opens her mouth in surprise but the magic is already taking hold, a leather forming over her mouth forcing it closed again. Her eyes widen in sudden panic as he...