A Weekend Unzipped: Zip Tie Bondage at the Cottage with Hubby
Oh god, where do I even start with this one? Hubby and I escaped to this gorgeous, creaky old timber-framed cottage in the countryside last month for a proper filthy filming weekend. No distractions, just us, a bag full of thick zip ties, my sluttiest gear, and a very sturdy antique bed frame. The goal? Film some raw, real zip tie bondage content that would leave my subscribers (and me) soaked. Mission fucking accomplished.
We started in the main bedroom as soon as we unpacked. I’d slipped into this skin-tight black number with a huge chest cut-out that framed my tits perfectly, shiny black PU skirt hugging my ass, and sheer black tights underneath. Hubby had me stand right in front of that heavy metal bed frame, legs slightly apart. He worked fast and mercilessly with those thick zip ties.
First my wrists — pulled tight behind my back and then cinched to the vertical posts so I was stretched upright, tits pushed forward. Then my ankles, locked to the lower frame. The final touch that made my pussy throb instantly: a zip tie looped around my neck and fastened to the top of the frame. Not enough to choke me unconscious, but tight enough that every little movement reminded me exactly who owned my holes. He pulled the blindfold over my eyes and pulled a stockings over my head, gagging me with it as well.
I was completely helpless. Standing, exposed, breathing shallow against that plastic bite around my throat. My nipples were rock hard against the mesh, my cunt already dripping down my thighs. Hubby stepped back, camera rolling, and just admired his handiwork for a moment as he filmed me. Then he was on me.
He didn’t bother with foreplay. He yanked the crotch of my tights aside, found my soaked slit, and slammed his thick cock balls-deep in one brutal thrust. I screamed into the gag as he fucked me like an animal — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the zip ties bite harder into my wrists and neck with every thrust. The bed frame creaked in rhythm as he railed me senseless. My tits bounced wildly in that chest cut-out, my blindfolded face flushed red, drool running down my chin onto the gag.
“Such a good little zip-tied fucktoy,” he growled, gripping my hips and pounding me even harder. I came so violently my legs shook against the ankle ties, my pussy clenching and squirting around his cock. He didn’t stop. He fucked me through orgasm after orgasm until my voice was hoarse from muffled screaming. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside me, filling me so full it was already leaking out before he even pulled out.
We left the zip ties on for a while after. I stood there trembling, neck marked, wrists raw, cum running down my black tights while he got some perfect close-up shots. Absolute bliss.
Later that evening we went out for dinner at a cute little village pub. I changed into a tight black PU dress that clung to every curve, paired with crotchless black tights — no knickers, obviously. Every step I took, I could feel his cum still leaking out of my well-fucked pussy, slowly soaking the inside of my thighs. The red zip tie marks on my wrists were clearly visible and I made sure to rest my hands on the table a lot while we ate. The waiter had no idea he was serving a freshly used, still-dripping married slut who’d just been tied up and destroyed an hour earlier.
I sat there across from Hubby, smiling sweetly, feeling his cum continue to drip out of me onto the wooden chair while we shared a bottle of wine and talked about what we’d film the next day. My sore, marked wrists hidden under the tablecloth, my puffy, cum-filled cunt exposed and leaking under that little black dress.
If you want to see the full uncensored zip tie bondage footage, head over to my site. The raw, real version is up now.
Until next time, stay nasty — Slutty Ms B (And yes… the photo above is from that exact session. You can still see the blindfold lines and the way the zip ties had me completely at his mercy.)
