Kellie O’Brian – Enraged Dominatrix OverPowered by Enlightened Bitch-Pig, Left Mummied-Up Out of Her Mind! (Borderland Bound)
It was a slow afternoon for curvaceous Dominatrix hottie Kellie, so she called up one of her most loyal (that’s about to effing change) gimps – a dude named Herbert, to come over and massage her feet while paying her money. She did think it a little strange when he called her a ‘fucking bitch’ over the phone – her slaves don’t usually talk to her that way – but she shrugs it off. Just take the loser’s money, she thinks. And she will. Or – will she?
When Herbert shows up, without his gimp suit on, Kellie is perplexed. Who in tarnation does this weasel think he is? He knows better than to defy his Mistress. And what’s this? He is carrying a giant reel of cling film and rolls of tape? Kellie is about to get up and start flogging the fucker when he suddenly lunges at her and begins wrapping her up TIGHT! Wow, the dude is a little tougher than he’s been letting on, and though she wrestles with what he is doing, she can’t resist him.
With Kellie upper-body wrapped into compliance, he shuts her loud, fat mouth up with a huge sock crammed in there. The hapless Mistress gags on it but cannot even attempt to eject it before he continues wrapping her. Face gagged and very desperate now, the Mistress is shoved up against a wall while he fetches more supplies from his truck! Soon enough, and after some busy binding, he has the gag-ranting beauty fully mummified, standing precariously against a wall. One false move and she’ll go tumbling over! So she’d better be well-behaved!
The infernal gimp is feeling her up good too, and she rages through her gag. It’s a colossal gag, connected to the rest of her restraints. This is serious. She can’t do a thing. Later, and after he’s finished pawing her mummified big tits, he leaves Ms O’Brian where she is. What follows is an intense scene with her mmmmmppphhhhing and wriggling as much as she dares, lent up against a wall. Is she gonna go over here?? The panic on her pretty face is palpable and those big, amazing blue eyes frantically scan the room. How is she gonna get out of this??
Before any options become even fathomable, she finds herself laid out on the floor, with even more turns of tape added to her giant gag. The mummied-up blonde vents and squirms and struggles acutely, at times seeming to try to BEND her way out of those wraps, but it is no use, she can’t budge a single turn of it!
The extremely secure film and tape suit the helpless Kellie is being to endure keeps her well as nothing more than a wriggling, writhing slab of taped up enjoyment. And you know Kellie O’Brian by now, right? She is GOING for it, whipping around on the floor, swishing her feet (he’s even taped those) from side to side, almost at times appearing to do stomach crunches. No way, Mistress, this gimp has got you completely. It’s always the ones you least suspect! You are now totally and utterly helpless. And he is gone, having had more than his fill!
The mummy, all cocooned up on her own hardwood floor, glances feverishly around the room and finds the big clock on the wall. It’s only 2pm. No other punters until 9pm!! Harummmmpppphhhhhh!!! Kellie goes ballistic within her tape cocoon, knowing that the only way she is getting out of this, is alerting her next customer in… 7 hours time!! Oh Dear, Ms O’Brian. Poor you! Ha.
