Day 41 Bondage 4

Hop on Over

One of Sisi’s greatest assets are those incredibly well shaped legs of hers.  Sisi is also blessed with perfect feet and lovely ankles.  Encase them in high quality hosiery and who could blame me for taking my sweet time when it comes time for the bondage part of the set?  The thirty five photos in this set really showcase Sisi on a number of levels.  A wig and a set of bunny ears and Sisi gives us expressions ranging from cute, pout, sexy and mysterious to “poor me I’m all tied up and can’t get to my candies,” look.  lots of very, very appealing shots that the leg and feet guys and gals will surely go gah gah over.

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(Day 41 Bondage 4)*

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Day 41 Bondage 3

Rope at Last!

One hundred and twenty five feet of well placed, snug..no tight rope keeps Sisi right where she is.  There is something in this set for the shoe guys and the stocking foot guys or gals as the case may be.  I’m a stocking foot guy myself, shocker I know, and I am particularly fond of the last photo in this set.  The model, her attire and well placed accessories, perfectly placed ropes encasing her slender wrists and well turned ankles…. Oh dear.  Twenty photos inside guaranteed to stir those special regions.

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(Day 41 Bondage 3)*

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Shoes

I love shoes. I love having my shoes tied into bondage. I love putting on my comfy brown DCs or a cute little pair of heels. Once in a while I’ll put on a pair of five inch pumps, but I really love a pair of simple, black heels. Now why am I writing about shoes? Well, I recently entered a little contest in which we had to wear shoes that descried us. Helen, the darling, wore buckles and spoke of bondage. Me, I had to think, what shoes best describe me. I’m not a sandal or a slipper. My bunny slippers have fangs, but I don’t bite nearly as often as I threaten to. I may love my little black heels, but they don’t describe me. I’m not a pair of sexy boots and I don’t really do pink. I couldn’t wear hockey skates and running shoes just wouldn’t do it.So what shoes did I wear?

None. I walked across the floor in my bare feet. What shoe better to describe me that none at all. Just a pair of feet, no hose (sorry Uncle M), no socks, just simple polish on my toes. My feet wore no mask, no cover, no clothes, just ten naked toes on my very ticklish feet.

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(Helen’s shoes would have looked better if she was in rope).

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