There's no question that Sarah loves rope and tighter the better. There is only one thing she enjoys more and a big reason she keeps her hair so long. As soon as I secured the last rope Sarah went right to struggling making sure there was no way out. Rolling and bouncing on the bed her freedom to move soon comes to a crashing halt when I tied her hair back to her ankles. Now Sarah's caught in a true predicament, pull her hair or continue to struggle. Gripping a tight hold her her bound hair I figured I'd let her have both as my finger dug into her very, very ticklish feet.
Liv was surprised at first with how loose the chains seemed. At least until the power drill tightened them hard into the floor. In moments her movement was reduced to mostly fingers and toes. Her arms, legs, chest, and even head secured tightly to the floor. A bit of nervousness spread showed from behind her harness gag when I started to mount the magic wand against her pussy. Unable to struggle away or even lift her head to see, Liv simply waited patiently for what was to come. With a flick of a switch there was only one thing she could do; grip hard onto the chains and enjoy the ride.
I could see that Jamie was regretting the terms of the bet already as she sits nervously in the chair. She could have the pick of any pair of shoes to keep, but has to stand for at least ten minutes in a pair of my choosing. To prevent any cheating her arms are bolted to a large wooden pole. With Jamie's mouth already gagged I lace up a new pair of ballet boots that go up to her knees forcing protests before I even hoist her to her feet. When the pole is finally raised and the timer started she's stuck between standing on her toes or hanging by her arms with both positions eliciting groans of discomfort. As the timer slowly ticks forward I remind her of the terms of our bet. That I can keep her there at least 10 minutes... but no upper limit was really ever agreed upon.
Twitching slightly in apprehension as the zipties cinched around her body, Mackenzie had no idea what was in store for her. From her shoes to her exposed breasts the zipties left her mummified on the floor. Ensuring no possible escape, more ties are anchored to the floor. Makenzie knew this wasn't it as she tried her best to find some weak point. When the clover clamps came out she really struggled, but with her breasts exposed they were quickly clamped. After snugging a magic wand tightly between her legs she was almost ready. A single string is tied to her nipple clamps to her toes forcing her to keep them bent back lest she pull on her clamps. As the vibe is turned to high, Mackenzie tries her best to fight off the pleasure running through her. Trying desperately to stave off the impending, toe curling orgasms in her near future.
Laci knew better than to resist. So when Star walked into the room she opened wide for the ballgag she was holding in her hand. Next came a heavy rubber bordello straitjacket which Laci accepted with excitement and a tinge of fear. Anything leaving her breasts exposed meant they were fair game for pleasure and pain. With her neck bolted to the wall there was little she could do to stop Star when she returned with nipple clamps, biting hard into her gag as each one compressed her poor nipples. By the time she was done Laci had covered her breasts with drool as she pleaded for some relief. Star grabbed hold of the nipple chain with one hand and put her other on Laci's pussy. Giving Laci a gentle tug and caress, she knew exactly what she really wanted.
Johannie had hoped her bondage might stop after the straitjacket went on. Her hopes soon dashes as she's covered in belts tightly securing her to the rocking chair she was sitting in. Every struggle frustratingly voided by the chair's movement. Drooling profusely through her gag she could only shake her head when she could see what came next. The rubber gas mask easily goes onto Johannie's head forcing her breathing through a small tube. Struggling harder than over now, I simply sit back and enjoy Newton's 3rd law in all its glory.
While I am prepping the room for a challenging predicament for Sarah, she tried to sit still in her latex straitjacket. Despite her gag keeping her quiet she was still quite a distraction as she squirmed and fidgeted in her chair. There was only one thing to do and I quickly whisked her to the basement for some time to herself. Confused at first Sarah plays along and squirms in the belts and latex keeping her well secure. As the minutes pass she soon realizes I'm not coming back. Dangling like a worm on a hook by the ring in her gag she tries to grunt and stomp for attention. Little does she know she's in for a not so brief interlude as I take my time setting up her next torment.
I must admit that I enjoy seeing the contrast of silver chains across her purple catsuit. Cali's legs, arms, chest, and wrists unable to muster hardly any movement. Her posture collar ensures that not even her head has any range of motion. Her bondage is completed with a tight hood and blindfold leaving her in darkness and speechless. Cali squirms in anticipation, knowing more is to come. I don't keep her waiting long before setting her up with her favorite toy. With no way to stop the vibrator Cali clenches her fists and enjoys the ride.
The plan was to take a few pictures in their shiny next latex outfits. I suggested little white rope for decoration and would be great for the pictures, or so I told Serene and Jamie. Lost in conversation with each other, they hardly paid attention as I cinched their elbows and wrists around a suspended pole. Finishing with a crotch rope connected to their wrists for good measure. The situation started to click when I tied their two center ankles together but they were well stuck by that point. The protests really kicked up when I strapped a 2" harness gag on Jamie and 3" monster gag on Serene. A couple final ropes pulled their free outer legs up into the air leaving them to balance between one foot and their cinched elbows. It certainly looked uncomfortable; but what do I know. I'm just there to take some pictures.
Ballgags are great when all you need to do is keep your subs mouth occupied. When silence is needed, layers are needed. Serene starts bound tight with her arms in an armbinder, legs frogtied, and hair tied tight to the ceiling. A large cloth is stuffed in her mouth first sealed in place with several coils of clear tape. Wide electrical tape follows after and she's reduced to low whimpers. Not done yet, a roll of vetwrap is put on top of it all crushing the cloth in her mouth tight. A leather harness is bucked securely to hold everything tight and of course, quiet.
With a lot of work to do I knew Sarah would looking for something fun to keep her busy. So after laying out a few items I setup a small challenge for her. Her task? Tie herself and find the key to her handcuffs somewhere in the house. Never one to do anything half fast Sarah puts on her ankle length hobble dress and corset on to make things a bit more interesting. Next she straps on the muzzle gag and blindfold before sealing her fate with handcuffs behind her back. After an hour of searching I could tell she was getting frustrated. Hinting it might in in the cage she goes right inside. By the time she realizes she's been tricked, the locks are already clicked closed. Sarah protests from behind her gag but knows full well what her afternoon plans will entail.
Watching Liv squirm around on the bed the motivation was simple; I just wanted to see her squirm. No reasons, punishments, or debts owed. Wearing a black latex dress, belts cinched her body, legs, elbows, and arms all tightly together. She knew escape near impossible so her struggles became a quest to find any comfortable position. Adding more and more belts didn't help her plight as she soon ends up hogtied, barely able to roll over. If she didn't look so damn sexy in her bonds one might find pity on her, but alas that's not in the cards for her today.
Hired to clean before a big party Sarah couldn't help but snoop around while she worked. Eventually she stumbles across a closet full of bondage gear and is enthralled. Completely forgetting about her job I find her examining and trying on the gear. No use as a maid, I decided to quench her curiosity with a little hands on training. Before long her elbows are cinched together and hoisted into a strappado connected to her hair. Unable to find a comfortable spot to rest Sarah squirms and protests behind her gag to no avail. When a vibe is pressed against her pussy all her discomfort fades away into a sea of pleasure. Something the party goers will be more than happy to keep going for the next several hours.
New to the whole bondage thing she wanted to try a bit of everything. Admiring the catsuits, ballet boots, and elaborate gags hanging on the wall. The catsuit and boots went on first before strapping in her gag. A bit overwhelmed by the intensity of the gag Stasha tries to reach of the buckles in the back. Not wanting her to spoil the fun I wrapped a couple belts through the gag straps and her wrists easily securing them in place. Her fingers out of reach of any buckles now. With a few more around her body and legs she knew she was stuck. Her arms forcing her head down; Stasha is the picture of a perfect submissive.
Serene starts right out of the gate with her elbows welded together with rope with plenty more securing the rest of her. Her blue ball gag already showing signs of drool she knows the fun is just getting started. Soon her wrists are bound to the top of the post behind her forcing her into a tight strappado. With Serene's mobility near zero I take the liberty of unzipping her catsuit and decorating her tits with a set of clover clamps. Clamps that are immediately tied tightly in front of her. Any movement, struggle, or twitch is radiated directly to her nipples. There's only one logical next step; to see if I can encourage any movement. Her exposed feet look like a good place to start.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.
With a bit of trepidation Bella walked through my door seeing walls of restraints, toys, and furniture filled with eyelets. She had come to get tied up and looking around there was no chance of that not happening. I decided to start her off easy, just some heavy chains, posture collar, and hinged handcuffs. Right away she's like a kid in a candy store and loving every minute. Stepping things up I undo the crotch zipper and zip in a Hitachi vibe. Bella's orgasms flood over her as much as her drool; her handcuffs keeping her hands well away from the off switch.
