Bramble walks into the studio wanting sweet, pretty pictures. Photographer Ophelia smiles, but in her dirty mind she pictures Bramble tied, moaning, drooling toy. She pounces. In seconds Bramble is on the floor, wrists and ankles lashed tight with scratchy rope. A thick crotch rope splits her pussy and keeps her still. Her hair is […]
In a world where submission is an art form, I, Bramble, crave the ultimat surrender. I ache to be bound, restricted, and controlled, my body a canvas for the masterful strokes of rope and restraint. And so, I pray to the mighty god of bondage, begging to be tested, to be pushed to the limits […]
Bramble bound in a stress position, her body contorted on a bench, where she has spent the night. Her wrists and elbows are secured behind her back, her hair tied to pull her head up, exposing her face—a canvas of anticipation and dread. Her legs are tied too, soles on display, a testament to her […]