Watching how sexy Abby was squirming in her ropes it would be a wonder if she was ever let free. She was quite convinced that she could get free and gave it her all. Not surprisingly, however, the rope held just fine. Still, a solid effort should be rewarded and for Abby that meant a little time with a magic wand. Slowly she built up to a massive climax; the ropes still taught from pulling. Moments before orgasm the vibe is turned off, leaving Abby angry and very unsatisfied. She'll have to figure a way out of the ropes if she really wants that coveted orgasm.
Wrapped tightly to a pole with heavy plastic wrap, Mesa's toes dangled a mere inch above the floor. Unable to gain any purchase on the floor, she was good and stuck. When I put the clover clamps on her tits she was ready for it. However, a bit more unexpected for her was when the nipple chain was pulled, causing her to swing on the post.
Autumn was eager to accept the escape challenge. Surely she could break free from a few strips of plastic, right? Ballet boots on her feet, a panel gag in her mouth, and her fists taped tight, the odds were certainly against her. After a long time struggling, she managed to break free of, well, nothing at all. Effort still deserves a reward and with a few more zipties, a magic wand is soon buzzing between her legs. By the time her first orgasm hits, Autumn is left still and breathing hard. Her struggles have ceased. If she can't get free, she might as well enjoy it!
Between her catsuit and makeshift chastity belt, Tiffany was, frankly, a horny mess. Her harness gag kept her protest to a low, mumbled roar. With the use of a single belt she was soon uncomfortably on her knees with her elbows pulled behind her, tethered around a handrail as if she was a decoration. Worse, with her elbows pulled behind her, any hope of her hands making the experience more pleasurable went out the window. More belts soon followed as she watched her world become more and more immobilized.
From the moment I cuffed Johannie's wrists, she wasn't happy about it. By the time I finished adding some chains, she really wasn't pleased. A ballgag helps, but sometimes pretty girls just need some time alone to adjust to their situation. Luckily for her, my cage has plenty of space for her to vent her frustrations while not wandering too far. Cuffed and chained hand and foot, the cage's calming effects didn't take long. Despite her efforts even just to escape her bonds, let alone the cage Johannie was just where I left her some time later. Only now, she was far more docile.
Before the final zipties were pulled tight, the look in Madeline's eyes expressed that she wanted out. Until this moment, any bondage she'd been in had allowed her at least some movement. Now, from her ballet boots to her head her whole body was rigid. Scary as it was, Madeline was determined to soldier on. It didn't help her situation at all when more zipties were added over her eyes and around her neck. The magic wand made short work of any remaining anxiety she felt about her strict position.
To struggle or not to struggle - that's the dilemma Abby now finds herself faced with. Every moment she tries to get free, the vinyl tape only tightens its grip more, seemingly compressing every inch of her body like the strictest of corsets. Call it a habit or just a simple need to be free, but Abby just can't help herself. Tighter and tighter the tape hugs her body, only fuelling her need to escape. If it wasn't for the tape keeping her mouth firmly shut she'd protest more, but even if she could, the instructions are clear. Do Not Remove.
It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
