Damsels that will rock your world!
“Countless ballgags and miles and miles of rope in the decade that they've been binding beautiful women.
The photographer knows a lot of bondage, as a fan of it himself ... that comes across in their work.
It's always great to find nicely done, original fetish content.”
Recent Independent Internet Review
When you're a proud member of a family of websites like the UnlimitedBondage Family, the bar is set very high. It's called Simply the Best My job at BondageDamsels is, working with my gang of perverts, to make sure that BondageDamsels IS the best of the best! It's a challenge, seven days a week, 365 days a year, but we're up to it. And when the website reaches and surpasses that goal, you - the visitor, the website member, and for many of you, the friend - reap the benefits.
We adopted our first slogan a number of years ago (I've been doing this for more than 16 years as both a free and paidweb site).
The Eyes Have It.
Each gallery featured photos that were close-ups of the damsel's eyes, the windows to her soul, her expression while in bondage, be it pleading for rescue, enjoying the moment, or often times both.
Not long ago, we took it one step further ...
Damsels That Will Rock Your World
It was and continues to be the best way to describe what you will find on these pages. A commitment made to you, the website member, day after day after day.
Sit back, relax (as much as you can while diving into the captivating tour pages of DeaneDamsels, where tight bondage takes center stage), and prepare to be mesmerized as my sweet damsels rock your world. My promise? To deliver an experience that sets the gold standard—striving to be nothing less than the best of the best.
Every gallery is a masterpiece, featuring intimate close-ups that capture the raw emotion in each damsel’s eyes—the true windows to her soul. Whether she’s pleading for rescue, reveling in the thrill, or caught in that delicious space in between, each expression tells a unique story of submission, seduction, and suspense.
For over a decade, I’ve been tying up the competition—literally. With countless ballgags, miles upon miles of expertly knotted rope, and a passion for perfection, I’ve dedicated myself to bringing you high-quality, original bondage content that stands out in a sea of sameness.
I’m not just behind the camera—I’m a true fan of the art of bondage, and it shows in every intricate detail, every carefully restrained pose, and every tantalizing moment I capture on film.
If you're searching for authentic, beautifully crafted fetish content, look no further. DeaneDamsels delivers bondage the way it was meant to be—sensual, stylish, and undeniably unforgettable.
RobertDeane
Proprietor and Pervert-in-Chief
BondageDamsels.com
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The last thing she remembered was walking down the street on campus then being grabbed, pulled into a van. And the door slamming shut. The next was being on the floor, cuffed, duct tape gagged. And blindfolded. She didn't know why someone would do this. Except for one reason. She looked like the college rich bitch, whose dad had loads of money. Maybe they - whoever they are - though it was that girl. And they would get money to return her. They would be surprised. And she would be in trouble.
Whether she's on her back, showing him her hard-as-diamond nipples and that sweet spot between her legs or on her belly thrusting that bubble butt up in his direction, she is sending him one message: that she wants to play. Play not soon but now. and play hard. She wants him to force her to make those sounds of a woman whose sexual engine is in high gear.. He knows that bondage does that to her. she knows it, too.
It had never happened before. The bondage always got her wound up, got her heart pounding harder, her sexual engine moving faster. The room feeling like it was getting warmer, filling with the scent of an aroused youg woman. And wondering if he had locked the door when he left, if someone could walk in and find her this way. And think that she is a bondage slut. Which she is. But just bondage had never pushed her over the edge. Until tonight, when it did.
He paid for her to be grabbed off the streets, taken to a place that she doesn't recognize, then bound tightly on the bed. Her wrists and ankles tied, hogtied and duct tape gagged. To struggle hard against the ropes. That was the first step, the second was for him to rescue her. He has no doubt that she will be grateful for that. And what will happen next.
Yes, she is a MILF. We have watched that happen on these pages. but being more than that - being a damsel in distress. who likes being tightly tied. And being rescued. And then? To her, that is often the best part. The bondage has wound her body tight, to the point that even being touched can cause her to shake and moan. If her rescuer going beyond that, and she hopes that he -or she - will, it's hours of erotic bliss.
She could barely move. She had tried, but she knew that the metal cuffs were holding tight. Her wrists and ankles cuffed to the metal bed frame. And duct tape gagged. But there was one more thing. She was enjoying it. Every moment of it. She wanted him to come back, not soon ut now. To slide her top up to expose her perky young breasts, to slide her cutoff jeans down to expose the glistening wetness between her legs. And to make her his woman.
Laying face down on the foor, her arms bound to her sides - tied tight to the wooden pole, her legs spread wide and her ankles pulled up into a frogtie. And her bubble butt fully exposed. Her thong panties - already soaked from the sexual excitement - barely covering her. She wasn't a virgin. But she had never been taken this way, from behind. And if that was what he wanted to do, there was nothing she could do. Except enjoy it.
It's where he had put her. In the closet with everything else. Nearly naked, brutally bound with her legs pulled up into the air, o-ring gagged. And aroused. Very aroused, so much that the storage room was quickly filling with her sexual scent. He knew that would happen, he knew it when those sounds were no longer struggling noises but moans. Of ecstasy. And frustration. Her way of saying what she wanted. And when she wanted it. But she would have to wait.
She's sure of that. She's not going anywhere. Not now. Not in a while. Not until he returns to release her from the ropes. She knows that she could probably make enough noise to get someone's attention. But she's also not sure what someone else would do if they found her this way. Helpless. And looking so very cute in the bondage. She knows what he will do. She also knows that she will enjoy it.
He binds her tightly. then he plays with her young body. Teases her, tickles her, and then there's the erotic torment. And what does she do? She gives herself to him. Willingly. She knows that there is no escape from the ropes, she might as well enjoy it. Which she does. Especially when he pulls her close to him and slides his han between her leg. And her hips begin to move. On their own. She doesn't want it any other way (Interactive video)
He had left her on the floor, tight rope bondage, a ballgag jammed into her mouth, her legs frogtied, and her top pulled down exposing her breasts. He wasn't done yet; it would be bad. But her body made it worse; her erect nipples would say to him that she was aroused, enjoying this. He wouldn't think that it might have been the danger that was arousing her. Even she didn't know which it was. The danger. Or that he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
He had tied her nearly in every position, including a hogtie. But this time, after he was done with the ropework, he had slid her thong panties down to her knees. Which meant that she was totally exposed - naked. That wound up her young sexual engine even more. What was he going to do next?. What did she want him to do next? Maybe if she was able to lift herself up a bit and roll on her side, she could she show him what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved.
