Final Bondage Magic by Zatanna Dark

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Final Bondage Magic

(Zatanna Dark)


Final Bondage Magic

STRAIGHT JACKET . . .

 

 

 

Her smell of Vanilla combined with the supple red leather of the Straight Jacket was almost too much for me to perform! Z, my Ultimate Crush of Many Years called me onto Stage to Strap her tightly into the most form fitting Straight Jacket you could imagine!

 

Watching her an endless number of times on YouTube, as she's done this exact Trick . . . over and over until the juices were flowing in my pussy so much I had to stop to satisfy my needs!

 

Now, here I am, hands shaking as I'm the one about to buckle and tighten each and every strap. Z can tell I'm besides myself and is giggling a little at just how nervous I've become . . . "It's Ok Amber, calm down, breathe. I'm a big Girl, so you can go extra tight with the straps."

 

Oh my God! Oh my God! She said 'extra tight'! I've dreamt about this moment, I've fantasized about it, if I don't calm down I'm going to ruin it! "Amber, if you want, I can get someone else up here? . . . "

 

. . . And with that, I cleared my mind and said, "NO! I've wanted to do this to you forever! Please don't take this away from me." Z's perfect smile went extra large before saying, "Well alright then . . . you need to start with the laces first Amber."

 

Z was wearing her Trademark Tiny black leather bra-vest combo along with her very small black leather Hot Pants she wore in all of her Posters. Her boots going up past her knees accentuated the nakedness of her thighs.

 

Other then the bottom edges of her Hot Pants, all of her black leather was covered now by the red leather of the Straight Jacket. Her hands and forearms were deep into the sleeves, taking away any chance of using her fingers to free herself . . . which for Z, wouldn't be an issue . . . she always finds a way to escape . . .

 

Far too often, the Magician with the Hottest of bodies get covered up and hidden by an overly baggy and very loose, canvas Straight Jacket. Am pretty sure as loose as some of those are, anyone could get free . . . even me.

 

Well Z was not one of those types of Magicians. Her Bondage was real, always extra tight and she pushed her volunteers to go tighter every time. I was no exception.

 

Having pulled all the laces tight, Z interrupts me before I tie them closed. "Amber, if you put your knee against my ass, you can pull those laces way tighter."

 

I blurted out, "I Love You" without even thinking . . . then quickly covered it with "I'd Love To". Re-starting at the beginning, I worked to tighten up the laces way tighter with the help of my knee against her . . . Oh My God her ass is so Fucking Firm!

 

Getting a little grunt out of Z, told me I did better this time around. Feeding her arms through the loops on the waist of the Jacket, then running the long red straps all the way around and buckled in the front right over her stomach . . . gave my pussy such a tingle!

 

Being so close to her is just a Dream come True . . . then getting to touch her on top of that . . . I'm speechless! Z has had to poke and prod me along as I keep just standing still in disbelief!

 

I was fantasizing that this would be the First Time Z wasn't able to Free herself from her Bondage . . . and as a reward, I'd get to take her home to play with for the Weekend . . .

 

Often, you finally get to see your most Favorite Famous Person up close and all of their imperfections pop out at you . . . ruining the Dream. Not at all the case as I'm only a foot or two away from Z. The only things I'm noticing with Z, is all of her 'Perfections'.

 

Her skin, her hair, her eyes and smile! And that Body! Wow! Standing still again with my mouth dropped open . . . "Amber, I truly appreciate the special attention, but we have a show to do and you need to strap me in tight and lock me in that Truck before the Audience starts throwing stuff." Audience! . . . Fuck! I forgot we were on a Stage!

 

Switching back into putting my Dream Girl into Tight Leather Straight Jacket Bondage . . . Ok, not stopping again . . . Even though the strap from her arms was already buckled tight, I unbuckled it and said, "Suck it in Z"