AJ is tied on top of our new display table at Ogre's World. Her knees and ankles are bound and anchored to one end of the five foot table. And her wrists are tied on the other side. She squirms and flops around, trying to get comfortable but the hard tabletop doesn't offer much relief. There is a towel there for her to kneel on but before long she is on her side, lamenting her situation already.

After a short while like this, Mr. Ogre ties her hair up and adds a crotch rope. She swings forward and back, trying to find some position to relieve her aches and pains of this tie. She ...

AJ is tied on top of our new display table at Ogre's World. Her knees and ankles are bound and anchored to one end of the five foot table. And her wrists are tied on the other side. She squirms and flops around, trying to get comfortable but the hard tabletop doesn't offer much relief. There is a towel there for her to kneel on but before long she is on her side, lamenting her situation already.

After a short while like this, Mr. Ogre ties her hair up and adds a crotch rope. She swings forward and back, trying to find some position to relieve her aches and pains of this tie. She fiddles with her wrist ropes while he is lifting her up. He pulls the knot out of reach and she is stuck, swinging and moaning and whining through her ballgag the whole time.