Lora meets Misty in the garden
Lora thinks Misty is very sexy
Misty is not interested
Lora gives Misty some gas to relax her
Lora tongue kisses Misty
Lora takes Misty back to her house
Lora gives Misty a different gas
This gas makes her feel silly
Lora tongue kisses Misty more
Later Misty is able to get Lora
But Lora falls on Misty, trapping her
Misty ends up kissing Lora
Lora is able to surprise Misty with some chloroform
Later, Lora ties up Misty

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Sarah Wild: Tamed and Trussed

Sarah Wild stood by the window, a vision of summer in her blue floral dress, unaware that winter was coming in the form of the Handsey Bandit™. He didn't lurk in the shadows for long. With a sudden, overwhelming force, he grabbed her from behind, his arm a bar of iron across her chest while his other hand clamped a cloth tight over her face. Sarah's struggle was frantic, her body arching in his grip, but the chemical sweetness on the rag did its work swiftly, dragging her down into a dark, silent oblivion.

She woke—or perhaps she dreamed—as her body was being systematically exposed. The Bandit stripped the floral dress from her limp form, discarding it like a wrapper to reveal the prize beneath: Sarah in sheer white panties and black stockings. With his victim bared, he produced a length of stark white rope. He worked with practiced speed, wrenching her arms behind her back and binding her wrists tight. Next, he moved to her legs, lashing her ankles together.

But simple restraint was not enough. He pulled her bound ankles up toward her wrists, straining her back into a helpless arch, and knotted the ropes together in a tight, inescapable hogtie. To complete the package, he forced a white cloth gag into her mouth and tied it securely behind her head. The Handsey Bandit™ stepped back to admire his work: Sarah Wild, once free and vibrant, now a silent, stripped, and perfectly packaged bundle of white rope and helpless flesh, left on the floor for his amusement.






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DiP_099 - The Unscheduled Shift Change - 4K UHD

Sapphire Blue had a problem: she needed access to the hospital, and she needed a disguise. Her solution was standing right in front of her. Her best friend, a nurse, welcomed her into her home with open arms, completely unaware that she was just a means to an end. The pleasantries were cut short when Sapphire made her move. Approaching from behind, she clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform firmly over her friend's mouth and nose. The nurse's struggles were frantic but brief, her trust shattering along with her consciousness as she slumped to the living room rug.

With the nurse neutralized, Sapphire wasted no time. She needed the uniform, and she needed it pristine. She stripped the unconscious woman of her blue dress, peeling it away to reveal the white satin lingerie beneath. The friend was now just a mannequin. Sapphire then produced a length of thin, strong rope. She bound the nurse's wrists tightly behind her back, then moved to her ankles, lashing them together. To ensure there would be no escape, she pulled the bound ankles up towards the wrists, locking her friend in a severe, arched hogtie that left her completely immobilized.

Now came the metamorphosis. Sapphire stripped off her own office attire—the black skirt and white blouse discarded on the floor—and began to dress in the stolen uniform. The blue dress fit perfectly. She looked in the mirror and saw a nurse staring back. For the final touch, she tied a black cloth gag around her friend's head, silencing any potential cries for help. Sapphire smoothed down her new uniform, picked up her bag, and walked out the door, leaving her best friend bound, gagged, and hogtied on the floor, while she headed off to work a shift that wasn't hers.









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DiP_1011 - Application Permanently Denied - VIDEO

The meeting in the small, white office began with professional tension and ended with a primal scream. Louise Jones, the loan officer, delivered the bad news with a practiced calm: the application was rejected. Samantha, dressed in a vibrant red top and a tartan mini-skirt, did not take the news with grace. Her entitlement flared into rage. She stood up, leaning over the desk, spitting venom. When the word "bitch" left her lips, something snapped in Louise. The professional mask dropped, revealing the enforcer beneath.

Louise didn't call security; she became security. She rose from her chair, moving with a speed that caught Samantha completely off guard. Before the abusive client could launch another insult, Louise was upon her. A swift, overpowering struggle ensued, ending with Samantha slumped unconscious on the office floor, her rage silenced by a ruthless, physical takedown.

Now, it was time to collect the penalty fees. Louise knelt over the fallen woman, her face a mask of cold disdain. She stripped the bright red top from Samantha’s body, tossing it aside. The tartan skirt followed, peeled away to leave the client shivering and exposed in her white underwear. Louise then went to work securing her asset. She pulled Samantha's wrists behind her back, binding them tight. She then shackled her ankles and, with a heavy heave, pulled the feet up to the hands, locking Samantha in a severe, arched hogtie. To ensure no further insults would pollute her office, a thick white cloth gag was tied brutally tight around Samantha’s head. Louise returned to her desk and typed a final note into the file, leaving her client naked, bound, and helpless on the floor—a stark warning to anyone else who might think of abusing the staff.









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DiP_095 - An Education in Humility - 4K UHD Upscaled

The rivalry had been simmering for months, a silent war of glares and whispered insults waged in the sterile hallways of their college. But today, the cold war was about to turn hot. The dark-haired girl sat, a picture of calm confidence, completely unaware that her rival had decided the time for subtlety was over. The other girl approached, her expression a mask of civility, her hands behind her back concealing the instrument of her victory: a cloth, already damp with a chemical promise of sleep.

The attack was a blur of shocking efficiency. One moment they were exchanging tense words, the next, the cloth was clamped firmly over the victim's mouth and nose. Her surprised struggles were futile, a pathetic, muffled flutter against the inevitable tide of unconsciousness. She slumped to the floor, her rival's name a silent curse on her lips, completely at the mercy of the girl she had underestimated.

The victor's work was not a frantic act of passion, but a cold, methodical lesson in subjugation. She knelt over her fallen rival, producing a roll of heavy-duty blue tape. With a calm, almost serene focus, she pulled her victim's wrists together and bound them tightly. Next, she took a black scarf, tying it first as a blindfold to steal her sight, and then wrapping the remainder around her head as a thick, silencing gag. With her rival now bound, blind, and gagged on the floor, the lesson was almost complete. For the final, crushing act of humiliation, the victor took out her phone, opened the camera, and took a picture of her handiwork—a perfect, permanent trophy of her absolute, undeniable victory.









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DiP_1004 - The Bandit's Newest Prize: Morgan M

In the stark, white room that was her sanctuary, Morgan M stood, a splash of soft pink satin against the sterile backdrop. She was lost in her own world, a perfect picture of serene vulnerability. She never heard the silent approach of the predator who had marked her as his next prize. The infamous Handsey Bandit™ had returned, and his methods were as brutally efficient as ever. He struck from behind, a powerful arm wrapping around her, a heavy hand clamping a cloth drenched in chloroform over her mouth and nose. Her world exploded in a brief, panicked blur of muffled terror before the chemical tide pulled her under, and she collapsed, a limp, unconscious doll on the cold tile floor.

With his beautiful target now utterly helpless, the Bandit's methodical work began. This was not a crime of passion, but the calm, deliberate act of a collector. He knelt and, with an almost reverent care, peeled the pink satin nightgown from her pliant body, casting it aside to leave the lovely Morgan exposed and vulnerable in nothing but a tiny red thong. With the canvas prepared, he produced his chosen medium: a length of thick, white rope.

With the calm focus of a master craftsman, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back, expertly winding the rope around her wrists until they were hopelessly bound. He then moved to her ankles, securing them just as thoroughly. To ensure his prize would be silent upon her inevitable, miserable awakening, he forced a white cloth into her mouth and secured it with a tight wrap of tape. The final, masterful touch was the hogtie. He pulled the rope from her ankles up to her wrists, cinching it tight and arching her back into a perfect, inescapable bow of utter helplessness. The Handsey Bandit™ stood for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Morgan M was no longer a person. She was a trophy, a perfect, naked, and exquisitely bound addition to his ever-growing collection.






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DiP_1039 - The Bandit's Prize: Valentina Boux

Valentina Boux was in her own little world, the monotonous hum of the vacuum cleaner the only sound in her tidy, sunlit home. She was a picture of domestic focus, completely unaware that she was being watched, that a predator had slipped into her sanctuary. The notorious Handsey Bandit™ had returned, and this time, he had come for her. He moved with a hunter's silence, and before she could even sense his presence, he struck. A powerful arm snaked around her, a heavy hand clamping a chemical-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Her surprised gasp was swallowed by the potent fumes, her brief, frantic struggle melting away as the world dissolved into a black, silent abyss.

With his beautiful prize unconscious on the floor, the Bandit's true, methodical work began. This was not a robbery; it was an act of collection. He knelt and began to strip the patterned dress and black stockings from her limp, pliant body, tossing them aside until the lovely Valentina was left exposed and utterly vulnerable in nothing but her delicate green lingerie. He then produced a length of thick, white rope. With the calm, practiced efficiency of a master, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back, expertly binding her wrists together. He then moved to her ankles, securing them just as firmly.

To ensure her absolute silence upon her miserable return to consciousness, a clean white cloth was forced into her mouth and tied securely in place. The final indignity was the hogtie; he pulled her bound ankles up towards her wrists, securing them together and arching her back in a position of total, inescapable helplessness. The Handsey Bandit™ stood for a moment, admiring his handiwork. The vacuum lay forgotten. The house was no longer just a home. It was his gallery, and the beautiful Valentina Boux was his newest, most perfect, and most helpless exhibit.









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DiP_092 - A Change in Custody - 4K UHD Upscaled

The interrogation room was cold, the air thick with suspicion. Officer Emma Butt, a monument to starched, self-satisfied authority, was convinced the woman across the table, Danielle Maye, was a key player in an Eastern European drug ring. The questioning had gone nowhere, so the officer moved to the next, more humiliating phase: a full strip search. It was a routine power play, designed to break the suspect's will. It was also Officer Butt's last, fatal mistake.

Ordered to undress, Danielle began to comply, her movements slow and deliberate, a perfect picture of defeated resignation. But behind her eyes, a serpent's cunning was coiled, waiting for the precise moment to strike. As she stood in her underwear, her vulnerability a perfect disguise, she saw her chance. In a single, fluid motion, her hand shot out, snatching the heavy glass paperweight from the desk. Before Officer Butt could even register the threat, Danielle brought it down with a sickening crunch against her temple. The officer crumpled to the floor without a sound, a broken symbol of a fragile order.

The suspect was now the architect of her own freedom. With the cold focus of a predator, Danielle began the process of erasure. She knelt and stripped the rest of the uniform from the unconscious officer's body—the crisp white shirt, the tie, the tailored trousers—until Officer Butt was left a helpless, naked package of failed authority. Then, Danielle began her glorious ascension. She donned the stolen uniform, piece by powerful piece, the fabric of her enemy becoming her cloak of invisibility.

With the transformation almost complete, she attended to the final detail. She bound the real officer's wrists tightly behind her back with her own handcuffs, stuffed a gag into her mouth, and left her on the cold floor, a perfectly framed suspect for a crime she didn't commit. Danielle Maye, the drug-ring suspect, was gone. In her place stood a new officer, ready to pick up her own discarded clothes as "evidence" and walk out the front door, leaving the original officer to take her place in a cell of silence and humiliation.









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DiP_091 - The Uninvited Guest - 4K UHD Upscaled

Hannah Shaw was a vision in red, the coveted ticket to the exclusive office cocktail party clutched in her hand like a trophy. She was going places, and tonight was just the beginning. But her triumphant glow was utterly lost on her flatmate and colleague, Lexi Ward. Overlooked and simmering with a potent brew of jealousy and resentment, Lexi watched from the side, her expression souring. She couldn't stand to see Hannah's success, convincing herself it was the result of shameless flirting with the boss. The accusation was flung like a poisoned dart, and the argument ignited.

But this was a fight Lexi had no intention of having with words. As Hannah reeled from the bitter accusation, Lexi saw her opening. She lunged, a damp cloth materializing in her hand and being pressed firmly over Hannah's mouth and nose. Hannah's shocked gasp turned into a brief, frantic struggle, her elegantly styled hair thrashing on the satin pillows as she was forced back onto the bed. The cloying, chemical sweetness stole her breath, then her consciousness, leaving her limp and defeated.

With Hannah unconscious, Lexi's cruel victory lap began. This wasn't just about the party anymore; it was about punishment. With a cold smirk, she began to bind her rival, wrapping thick black tape around her wrists, securing them tightly behind her back. She then moved to Hannah's ankles, similarly shackling them with the unforgiving tape. To ensure her utter silence and humiliation, Lexi produced a heavy-duty ball gag, forcing the red sphere between Hannah's teeth and pulling the leather strap brutally tight. Finally, she plucked the ticket from Hannah's limp hand. The invitation was hers now. She stood back for a moment to admire her work: the firm's rising star, now bound, gagged, and helpless on her bed, destined to miss the party of the year. Lexi, the uninvited guest, was ready for her grand entrance.









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DiP_1005 - A Simple Refusal - Featuring Siobhan Graves & Kitty Quinzelle

The conversation started casually enough on the comfortable living room sofa. Kitty Quinzelle, all smiles and charm, asked for a simple favor: could she borrow Siobhan Graves' car? But Siobhan's memory was long. She hadn't forgotten the dented bumper and the scraped paint from the last time Kitty had taken it for a "spin." Her refusal was firm, absolute, and, as it turned out, a catastrophic miscalculation. The smile vanished from Kitty's face, replaced by a cold, predatory glint. "No" was not an answer she was willing to accept.

Before Siobhan could react to the chilling change in atmosphere, Kitty lunged. This was no longer a negotiation. A cloth, already prepared for just such a contingency, was pressed firmly over Siobhan's mouth and nose. Her surprised struggles were no match for Kitty's furious determination. The world swam in a sickeningly sweet haze before dissolving into blackness, and she slumped from the sofa onto the floor, completely at her friend's mercy.

Kitty's vengeance was swift and methodical. This was about more than just the car now; it was about teaching a lesson in obedience. She knelt over Siobhan's unconscious form and began to strip away her clothes—the pink blouse, the floral skirt, the delicate top—until Siobhan was left exposed and vulnerable in nothing but her simple underwear. With the canvas bare, the real artwork began. Kitty produced a set of black cords and, with an expert's precision, pulled Siobhan's arms tightly behind her back, binding her wrists together. She then moved to her ankles, securing them as well, ensuring any struggle upon waking would be utterly futile. For the final touch, she grabbed a cloth, and tied it securely in place, gagging her. Kitty sat back on her heels, the car keys now hers for the taking, admiring her work: a friend who had dared to refuse her, now a semi-naked, bound, and silenced monument to her terrible mistake.






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