Bondage Strangler I, The
Time: 35:59 minutes
Starring: Mandy J
This video features: strangle_garrote bondage


A young woman arrives at her first bondage shoot. The photographer tells her it will be simple. He plans to tie her up, turn on his video camera and let her squirm. Sounds simple, she is definitely game.

As he ties her up, weaving various rope patterns to achieve both a creative look and a good, yet uncomfortable hold, he talks to her about sex. This candid interview goes on through much of the tying process. Once finished he is ready to get started.

Laying on her back, the complex knots digging into her flesh beneath her, he places a large latex ball gag in her mouth.

He explains that he is going to leave the room and let her struggle. He challenges her to try to get out.

Nude, alone, tied up uncomfortably, she does what he wants. It was not hard. She was uncomfortable. The mass of knots representing the rope-work on her torso were digging hard into her back. Her legs her pulled up in a position she has never been in before, let alone had to hold. Her wrists were tied to her legs.

She squirmed about, making noises, rolling this way and that. Eventually, she managed to work the rope on one wrist so that she could move it to her face. She could get the hair out her her face finally and she tested the ball gag, noticed she could pop it out a bit. It was burning her mouth.

Finally, she had enough. She clawed the gag out and called for the photographer.

He came in, realized she was ready to go and decided to grab one last item. She waited and he came back, carrying yet another rope. He set her up, ask her about her comfort level and had her pull her hair out of the way of her neck. Then, he wrapped the rope tightly around and starting her. She was caught off guard, but quickly was fighting and hitting at him with the hand she move farther. Her body bucked and wiggled. She was still bound by ropes and they were digging into her flesh as she struggled to get free. The rope garrote kept her from getting air and her face looked puffy and slightly red. Her eyes rolled back, and tongue lashed out for air. She fought long and hard. Over time she grew weak. Her body started spasming and at one point she tried to twist out of the rope around her neck. But, he had done this so many times before and knew all the tricks. He did not let go. Slow she became, her tongue wiggling, sticking out her mouth. Her eyes kept turning up. Finally she was still, her body relaxed. Her face, the look of suffering, her tongue slowly fell back between her parted lips. She was dead. He spend time slowly untying and removing all the ropes unto all that was left were the marks dug into her skin. He briefly looked over her body, picked up her leg, touched her feet. He was tired, and there would be many more to come. He rolled her up in some clear plastic and hauled her out.