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DiP_102 - Satin Games, Savage Revenge - 4K UHD Upscaled
The bedroom was a sea of soft pillows and satin sheets, the air filled with the murmur of a late-night chat between flatmates. Kiki Devine, lounging in a pale pink slip, and Charlie Monaco, dressed in sleek black satin, were discussing the thrill of "soft bondage." It seemed like harmless fun, a playful experiment. Kiki, perhaps feeling a bit too comfortable after her past nasty behavior towards Charlie, agreed to let her flatmate demonstrate a few techniques. She thought she was indulging a game. She was wrong. She was stepping into a trap.
Charlie produced a roll of bright blue tape. Kiki laughed, extending her legs, expecting a gentle touch. But Charlie's grip was firm, her eyes cold. She wound the tape tightly around Kiki's ankles, securing them with a professional efficiency that should have rung alarm bells. Before Kiki could protest, Charlie forced her to roll over. She wrenched Kiki's arms behind her back, the blue tape now binding her wrists with unyielding tightness. The game was changing rapidly.
The "soft" session turned nasty in a heartbeat. Charlie leaned in, her voice dropping the pretense of friendship, reminding Kiki of every cruel word she had spoken. To ensure Kiki heard every word of her sentence without interruption, Charlie produced a white ball gag with a black leather strap. She forced it between Kiki's teeth and buckled it tight behind her head. Kiki's muffled cries of realization were ignored. Charlie finished the job by hogtying her, connecting the ankle bonds to the wrists, arching Kiki’s back on the bed. The revenge was complete. Charlie sat back, watching her once-nasty flatmate struggle in silence, a prisoner in her own pajamas.
The bedroom was a sea of soft pillows and satin sheets, the air filled with the murmur of a late-night chat between flatmates. Kiki Devine, lounging in a pale pink slip, and Charlie Monaco, dressed in sleek black satin, were discussing the thrill of "soft bondage." It seemed like harmless fun, a playful experiment. Kiki, perhaps feeling a bit too comfortable after her past nasty behavior towards Charlie, agreed to let her flatmate demonstrate a few techniques. She thought she was indulging a game. She was wrong. She was stepping into a trap.
Charlie produced a roll of bright blue tape. Kiki laughed, extending her legs, expecting a gentle touch. But Charlie's grip was firm, her eyes cold. She wound the tape tightly around Kiki's ankles, securing them with a professional efficiency that should have rung alarm bells. Before Kiki could protest, Charlie forced her to roll over. She wrenched Kiki's arms behind her back, the blue tape now binding her wrists with unyielding tightness. The game was changing rapidly.
The "soft" session turned nasty in a heartbeat. Charlie leaned in, her voice dropping the pretense of friendship, reminding Kiki of every cruel word she had spoken. To ensure Kiki heard every word of her sentence without interruption, Charlie produced a white ball gag with a black leather strap. She forced it between Kiki's teeth and buckled it tight behind her head. Kiki's muffled cries of realization were ignored. Charlie finished the job by hogtying her, connecting the ankle bonds to the wrists, arching Kiki’s back on the bed. The revenge was complete. Charlie sat back, watching her once-nasty flatmate struggle in silence, a prisoner in her own pajamas.
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