Ariel Anderssen; Chair Bound *rgasms For Posh P.I.

The Posh P.I. Ariel Anderssen awakens from a deep to discover, to her abject shock and surprise, that she has once again been taken, this time tightly chair tied alone in her apartment.

The last thing she can remember was leaving her palatial downtown residence on her way to meet with a shady informant who had some information vital to her latest case.

It turns out that some vile villain has once again pinched the prize racehorse Slippery N*pple (boy does that get stolen a lot!) right out from under the considerable nose of its owner Lord

So the Posh P.I is once again on the hunt for Slippery N*pple but l*ttle did the gorgeous gumshoe realise that Montague-Forceps arranged the entire thing - it is a fake napping!!!

You see, the devilish duke has been taking quite a spanking down at the village bookies lately and needs to come up with some hard cash pretty soon! Things have become so desperate for the unlucky lord that he can only have c*viar twice this week!

So Lord Montague arranged to have his prized possession taken in order to claim on the insurance - it’s all a scam and the last thing he needs is some ravishing but meddling detective poking about!!!

Anyway, back to Ariel’s flat and as she turns to lock her front door, some ghastly fiend sneaks up on our jodhpur clad heroine and suddenly the lights go out for the Posh P.I...

And so, here we are, back in her apartment where her cruel captor has tightly lashed the poor private investigator to a chair with hundreds of yards of rope that squeezes into her luscious body.

Ariel struggles the best she can but it isn’t easy, every binding has been done with consummate skill. Her booted legs are spread apart and tightly secured to the legs of the chair whilst her elbows are tied behind her back.

Her leather-gloved hands are stuck together with yet more thin cord biting into her wrists. Ariel squirms and wriggles but it is no use, the bonds are simply too tight. Every movement just seems to make them get tighter and soon she isn’t moving much at all...

Now, most villains would prefer it if their captives would remain still but it seems that Ariel’s assailant would rather she put on a show for him. So, to teach her a lesson and to warn the delectable detective off her current line of inquiries, he cruelly ties a huge vibrating wand between her long legs.

Setting it to its maximum er... setting, the foul fiend switches the device on and sits back to admire his “guest” as she instantly writhes against the insane pulses flowing through her body.

At this point, Ariel is really in a jam as all thoughts of escaping have now been replaced by the simple urge to c*m like crazy as her body starts to betray her.

Feeling waves of pleasure sh*ot through her from the vibrating wand, Ariel tilts her head back and writhes wantonly in the tight b*ndage as she feels herself getting hotter and wetter with every passing second.

It’s only going to be a matter of time before her resolve collapses and when it does, this gorgeous gumshoe is going to wish she never even heard the name Slippery N*pple...

Ariel Anderssen; Chair Bound *rgasms for Posh P I