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Elizabeth Andrews : Ballet Boot Training in Her Latex Catsuit
48 photos; 18:10 video
Lizz is posted up against Mr Big Boss's desk in her black latex catsuit, waist cincher, and black leather ballet boots. Her elbows are tightly strapped behind her back as she stands on her tortuously high heels. He moves on to her wrists as she stands steady awaiting the training to commence. After a final tightening of her elbow strap he allows her to sit down on the desk as he shoves a large white ballgag into her mouth strapping it tightly behind her head. With all those steps in place Mr Big Boss places a collar around her neck and leashes her off to get her walking started. The camera opens up on a wide expanse of floor and Lizz being led back and forth across it being XXXX to walk back to the desk over and over till finally she is allowed rest on the desk. Finally with her pacing complete her ballgag is removed and her drool wiped up with the cloth that is then roughly shoved into her mouth packing her cheeks before taking microfoam tape and wrapping it tightly around her head. Following suit is a black leather gwen hood laced tightly on her head with her ponytail peeking out. She's then placed on the ground and her ankles are tightly strapped together with a strap attaching her ankles to her elbow straps. She struggles and wiggles managing to roll over a few times relieving slightly the strain on her hogtie straps. Eventually with her working with the slick latex she's works her elbow bonds down only to find they are replaced and her hogtie is moved to her ankles and pulled equally tight. Item #0155

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Elizabeth Andrews : Latex catsuit, ballet boots, strict leather strap hogtie
56 photos; 19:01 video
My collection of high heels is ever growing. Recently I acquired a pair of leather knee high ballet boots and I wanted to have a little fun in them and test them out. I have on a tight black latex catsuit with the leather ballet boots. I precariously walk across the floor to the mirror and admire my body. I rub my hands up and down my catsuit, reveling in the rubber feel against my fingertips. I practice walking back and forth, though I have to place my hands on the wall from time to time to keep my balance. I hear loud boots coming my way and notice the Boss. He comes over to me and roughly pushes me up against the wall, placing a collar around my neck. I stand as still as possible, afraid of losing my balance and embarrassing myself in front of him. Still being rough with me, the Boss shoves the ball of a leather panel head harness into my mouth. I whimper small distressed noises as he buckles the harness onto me. Once my gag is secure, the Boss attaches a leash and then tugs slightly on it. My feet do not want to move, the pain was excruciating. I take a few steps and fall into the Boss. I feel so clumsy and embarrassed. He leads me back and forth in the room for a little bit. Each step was very painful. He then faces me toward the wall and I return to admiring myself in the mirror. The Boss laces my arms tightly into a leather armbinder and then runs his hands over my fit body. Finished with his fun, he slides a table over to where I am and allows me to sit. I do so, quite ungracefully and he laughs at me. My toes were in a lot of pain and I just wanted to get off of them. Mr. Big Boss retrieves a leather strap and buckles my ankles tightly together. Drool flows from the bottom of my gag as he finishes my ankle bondage. He leaves me to gather more leather straps. While he is gone, I wiggle around on the table, showing off my catsuit and ballet boots. I end up laying on my stomach, just where the Boss wanted me. When he comes back, he attaches a leather strap to the d-ring on my gag and another strap on the ring of my ankle strap. He then pulls the straps together and connects them. My breath is taken away with the strictness of the hogtie. My thighs are lifted off the table, my back arched, my head XXXX back in a very uncomfortable position. I grunt behind the drool covered gag as I try to focus on my breathing. My legs start to quiver in the strict hogtie. The longer I am pulled back like this, the more my legs begin to shake. I try to move but the leather straps keep me from being very mobile. I am able to turn my body at an angle. My eyes start to tear up from the immense strain that my body is going through. My toes still throb from the practice we had earlier. It takes concentration to swallow all the drool that is now building up at the back of my throat. Even though I am constricted and so very uncomfortable, I still love every second of it. latex catsuit, leather ballet boots, training to walk, leather armbinder, roughness, leather panel head harness gag, leather straps, leather strap hogtie, strictness, drool Item #0156