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Bramble and Tonya are two graduate students who were coming back from a Halloween party. Incredibly beautiful, intelligent, and fun-loving girls. Tonya taunted Bramble about going into the haunted house as a last test. Bramble was hesitant as she entered. For some reason, this game had reminded her of a girl name Julie she used to know. Tonya and Bramble “captures” Julie as a prank, keeping her bound and gagged the entire night during Halloween, both groping and making Julie to struggle and *rgasm throughout the night. It was one of Bramble and Tonya’s favorite prank, but Bramble did feel bad about it.

Bramble looked around scared before Tonya snuck up on her. Bramble screamed as Tonya scared her, laughing at her expense. H*tting Tonya, Bramble said the game was a w*ste of time before both girls anxiously fled.

Soon, midnight came, Bramble was alone in her house. The front door slowly opened to reveal Julie. Julie was a shy, nerdy girl that had and unrequited crush on Bramble.

Bramble’s eyes went wide as she saw Julie looking at her, a predatory look in her eyes. Suddenly, Julie pounced on Bramble. Bramble and Julie struggled for a bit before Julie made Bramble onto her stomach and pull one of her arms back. Before Bramble could scream or do anything, her body went numb, and she fell on her bed.

Bramble whispered helplessly as Julie positioned her to tie her up, smiling sinisterly. "Nothing satisfies me but your body in eternal b*ndage and sl*very," Julie said. Bramble begged, eyes horrified, as Julie secured a bit gag in her mouth amid grunts and strains.

Moaning through gritted teeth, Bramble watched Julie bind her arms behind in a tight box tie, framing her breasts. Flashing two lubed vibrators, Julie peeled back Bramble’s panties, slowly stuffing them in and cranking to max. Tears streamed as Julie resecured panties with crotch rope knotted over her clit.

Guiding Bramble to her knees, Julie held her neck and whispered, "Be a good girl and obey." Bramble nodded meekly; paralysis lifted as Julie spread her legs. Writhe intensified, but Julie groped breasts and smacked/caressed her crotch. Bramble arched, bounced, breasts jiggling, body flushing from pleasure and humiliation. Julie edged her, lowering the bound sl*ve over her body.

Tears streamed down Bramble’s face as she grunted and groaned while Julie played with her like a possession, groping and stimulating her crotch. Still holding tight, Julie spoke in third person, thanking Bramble for the “Shadow Rope” game.

Julie wished for revenge on Bramble and Tonya—and to keep Bramble as her eternal b*ndage sl*ve. “Julia” granted it, now enslaving Bramble just for her. Pleasuring her relentlessly, Julie made Bramble arch back and *rgasm, fulfilling both wishes: Bramble’s long life as Julie’s sl*ve.

Bramble panicked and struggled wildly, shocked by the eternal restraint plan. Lowered onto her stomach, Julie straddled her back, complimenting her body while whispering she’d make a perfect b*ndage sl*ve, now binding her thoroughly.

Julie guided Bramble into cowgirl and made her grind, eyes blazing with anger and humiliation. Bramble groaned in rhythm, *rgasms crashing through her until she squealed like a horny schoolgirl.

Julie rolled her onto her side. “Enjoy your treat—and your new life?” Bramble cursed and thrashed. A finger-snap froze her. “On your back, legs wide.” Bramble obeyed, face b*rning.

Julie fetched her vibrator, pressed it to Bramble’s crotch. She moaned, spread, came hard. Julie lifted her up, whispering how cute her clenching looked, stroking her clit, groping her breasts. Three more *rgasms ripped through Bramble; she thanked Julie for each before collapsing.

Julie’s pulse spiked at Bramble’s kneeling, tear-streaked surrender. She guided Bramble down, cupped her chin, and pressed her flush into warm cleavage until frantic whimpers vibrated against skin. Released with a smirk, Bramble gasped up, searching for the friend she once knew; Julie answered by spreading those trembling knees and tracing slow circles over damp satin. “Perfect l*ttle b*ndage pet,” she purred, denying the climax quivering just beneath her fingertips.

A slick pour of oil followed, gliding down calves to the old knee injury Bramble had confessed years ago. Strong thumbs kneaded, coaxing reluctant moans and giggles that j*rked the ropes already framing her breasts. Every tendon loosened under the guise of after-care, yet each ticklish jolt reminded Bramble who controlled the next stretch of hemp—and the next denied *rgasm.

Bramble twisted stomach-down on the bed, moaning as Julie bound her ankles. Vibrators hummed relentlessly; Julie stepped back, unearthly smile fixed on the convulsions. Minutes ticked by in futile struggles.

Fingers slipped between Bramble’s thighs, kneading soaked fabric until whines peaked. Julie lifted her upright, spread quivering legs wide—Bramble held them, humping air through a shattering *rgasm, muscles locking. Legs snapped shut; Julie eased her back, hand diving in again. Bramble sobbed, gyrating desperately against the touch.

Julie straddled atop, grinding down as Bramble bucked like a b*tch in heat. Lips to ear: “Love this slutty side—want control back?” Motion froze; then thrashing, muffled pleas. Bramble cr*cked: “Good girl!” through gag. Nodding frantically, she vowed her new sl*ve life.

Control returned. Julie repositioned her supine, straddling intimately. “No lies, no h*rm—just wishes granted.” Vibrator pressed home; Bramble arched, orgasming under the weight, eyes averted in humiliated defeat.

Julie lingered in the straddle, vibing Bramble to one final "good faith" *rgasm. She dismounted; Bramble shuddered, too drained and terrified to twitch. Ankles freed from the frame, Julie massaged quaking legs, lifting them high to expose that perfect *ss—fingers delved deep, slaps rained on cheeks and mound, toes tickled to helpless giggles.

Back on knees before her, Bramble's hopeless stare met Julie's grin. Chin cupped, lips hovered over the gag; Bramble's eyes flared—shock, confusion, a spark of heat. "Good girls earn rewards," Julie teased, pulling back with a laugh. "Too soon for kisses." Glower earned a nod of approval.

Head to lap in kneel, vibrator hummed the last peak—Bramble bit down, body convulsing in bliss before slumping. Julie stroked hair and back, crooning comfort. Toys silenced, she groped and toyed freely with her exhausted prize.

Julie groped freely, promising no body takeover, unless Bramble got naughty. "Julie's dormant; this is my playtime. She might free you... or keep her sl*ve." Legs splayed under coaxing fingers, Bramble tasted her dripping shame, body betraying her with moans.

Onto her side: thirty-one sharp spanks branded Halloween red across quivering cheeks. Tears flowed; then toes wriggled, soles stroked to hysterical giggles and bucks. Chin caressed, breasts kneaded, Julie savored every helpless twitch.

Ropes teased on display; Bramble sobbed at the looming tightness. Rolled sideways, butt and feet massaged amid comfort whispers. Remotes clicked, insertions roared to max. Upright and spread, inner thighs rubbed, body praised as toned perfection. Fingers dipped, making a whiff and l*ck of her sl*ve-slick arousal.

Julie cinched the final knot, then sat Bramble at the bed-edge, bound and quivering. Arms cinched tight, she groped and kissed the gagged mouth, promising even prettier once nude. Bramble’s eyes rolled; an involuntary *rgasm tore through, insertions still droning.

Julie fetched pillows, tapped “the floor spot” dry, then hauled the trembling captive back. “No need to move. I’ll provide everything, every climax you crave.” Bramble sobbed for Tonya; the smile vanished.

Hair yanked, head arched: “No rescue. Tonya could join you. Show gratitude.” Erotic struggle rewarded with another crest, then gentle strokes.

“I’m calm again. Hate sl*very? Fine. Maybe Julie frees you later. For now, you’re too beautiful to release.”

Gag-muffled pleas ignored, Julie rolled Bramble supine, rear propped on thigh. Hitachi vibed relentless *rgasms, muscles straining ropes. "Julie's wish... and you love the climaxes," she taunted, smacking the soaked mound twice more before silencing toys.

Kneeling Bramble to floor; seductive gropes and kisses met resistance - control threatened. Straddled supine, oral pose teased: "Acclimate first, pet. Night's y*ung." Kneel for breast inspection, firmness praised amid glares, then floor-laid grope-fest. "Julie's plans unfold all for you."

Witch quip, then broomstick return, Bramble's horror peaked at imagined impale. Instead, slid between thighs, propped to stand: lingerie witch perfected. Collapse into hug; "Priceless face." Guided to living room for Halloween depths.

B*ndage Rollenspiel B*sm ENDLESS B*NDAGE *RGASMS: NO HANDS OBEDIENCE! PART 1 (FHD) mit C4s.com

Bndage Rollenspiel Bsm ENDLESS BNDAGE RGASMS: NO HANDS OBEDIENCE! PART 1 (FHD) mit C4s.com