I absolutely wanted to be tied up in the middle of this coat stand. I wanted to look like a work of art in its frame...

It was the first time that I was spanked this hard and I must confess that Tom awaked a bit my passion for spanking that day... It becomes more and more difficult to find the right boyfried: someone who loves bondage and spanking... and likes a very slim girl with little breasts... The right one isn't found yet.

Valerie tied up and spanked ;-)

I even fell out off my bed while trying to reach my book! Who helps me to get me up again??

It was a rainy sunday morning. The sky was covered with grey clouds so that even at 10 a.m. the light of the day couldn't break through. In short: A day when you prefer to return to bed after a first glimpse through the window. And that's exacty what I did! I wanted to stay in bed in order to read. But not without being tight up at least a little bit! I always need to feel at least one or two ropes on my body, when I'm in my bed. Even sometimes when I can't sleep I ask Tom to tie me up a bit in order to calm me down, to make me feel secure. Anyway, this sunday morning, I asked Tom to help me a bit with my ropes, but he was bored, too, because of this bad weather and occupied himself with tying me up a bit to much... So much that reading became difficult for me and very funny as you'll see.

I found this supermarket trolley on the construction zone. It was very narrow and unconfortable as you see, but great fun, especially when Tom pulled the trolley to the middle of the small road. Afterwards we entered a supermarked that way. Unfortunately you are neither allewed take photos or make a film inside a supermarked nor to publish a film with other people who do not want to appear on my webside. Otherwise the faces of the astonished and indignated customers an the cashier would have been an even nicer motif than me...

The action of this set and the three following sets took place on a construction zone. There was a larce barrier that separated sort of a very large parking-place, and I found that in the middle the barrier was three-dimensional: Three of the big metal parts of the barrier had been put together to a triangle that was like a cage. A cage without a door. Nevertheless I absolutely wanted to enter this cage. The only possibility was to climb over the barrier. Tom doubted: "Isn't it too dangerous?" Indeed it is a bit dangerous because every thin metal prop of such a barrier ends up in a sharp pointed top. So the terrifying idea is to be over the top with one foot on the right side of the barrier and one on the left and to slip with one foot in this very moment so that you come to sit with verve on the thin row of sharp metal tops... From this moment I would't be a virgin any more... ;-) But I said to Tom: "I am so aware of this danger that I will be so very concentrated and attensive, that I will take so much care, so that nothing will happen." Indeed I was extremely attensive. I was so attensive not to ram the sharp metal points between my legs... so attensive that there was no attention left for the rest of the movements... So finally while lifting my right leg over the top of the staggering barrier I didn't lift my knee high enough so I teared it along one of these sharp points and got a quite deep wound of three centimeters. Nevertheless I absolutely wanted to finish the set, but I was punished for this ambition: The day after I had an inflammation of my wound because of the dust on the construction zone and I had to go to the doctor.