(My perverse imaginations)

At the disco, I met a nice y*unger man and danced with him all evening. I had a good time with him and wondered what I deserved for the attention of this man, who was many years y*unger ... Maybe he like it my leather outfit? After the disco, I accepted his invitation to his house. The last thing I remember from this evening is that we drank good and then I only have a big bl*ck out. This morning I woke up all broken, with a headache and most importantly very confused! I find out I'm in total darkness, there's probably a some dark bag or hood on my head! My hands are behind my back in handcuffs and there are also cuffs on my ankles! OMG! Gradually it occurs to me, something must have been in the omething that put me to The man who originally appeared to be a gentleman turned out to be a villain! He planned met me at a disco, invited me home, put me to with and made me handcuffed. I'm k*** and in his power ... I'm st*pid woman! ... This is my pervesrse fantasy. I love k*** b*ndage imaginations and play on captives! In the video, you see me as a captive who is in a room of an unknown man's house. As I mentioned, I'm wearing a sexy leather outfit - jacket, mini dress, gloves, leggings and boots. I am on an old mattress with my hands behind my back in handcuffs and cuffs on my ankles. I have a leather b*ndage hood on my head, a collar around neck and I'm also secured with a long chain. So there is no way for me to try to escape from captivity. Still, I'm trying to fight the handcuffs. I'm exhausted of it and with a dark b*ndage hood on my head I have to save my breath. It's useless, of course ... I find that handcuffs are a devil's invention and will break the resistance of every poor prisoner like me now. I lie down resigned on the mattress and try to rest and not think about my desperate situation. The hours are running out and I'm still alone, helpless in handcuffs and with a hood on my head. How long have I been lying here in my c***dams's house? I don't know, it seems like an eternity. Maybe already it's night, I can't guess it for my dark hood. At first I don't want to admit it, but the longer I've been like a helpless prisoner in handcuffs, the more excited I am !;)

Leather captive in handcuffs and with a b*ndage hood