Sam Solo struggles in chair bondage when I, Star Nine, saunter in wearing my leather trench coat and black high heels. I'm smoking from my long cigarette holder because it weakens men. He only has to hand over his designs and I will untie him. Blowing smoke plumes in his face, I know he's tired of being bound and gagged. Ungagging the cleavegag, I blow smoke clouds in his open mouth.

He won't cooperate, so I have him in standing bondage with an over the mouth gag. My leather gloves are nipple tickling before edging down to his rib cage causing him to butt shimmy in gagged laughter.... Show more