Like flavors of ice cream there are flavors of bondage; it just depends on your mood. With Rayna I was in the mood for a good struggle. The trick was to bind her in such a way that escape seemed possible and yet held just out of reach. For poor Rayna that couldn't be closer to the truth. With her legs tied apart to a spreader bar and fingers looped with ropes pulling them uncomfortably back. There lies the paradox. Struggle too much and get a painful reminder with her fingers. On the other hand, the knots to her freedoms are a mere inch away. While she figures it out, we can sit back and enjoy the show.
As each belt wrapped around her body one by one I could sense Kerri's hesitation build. Having never been bound by my hands before she wasn't sure what to expect. All she knew was that what started out with a few simple straps has now left her completely immobile. As I held up the ballgag Kerri shook her head wildly and pleaded for me to use anything else. Feeling a bit of pity I grabbed some of her panties and sealed them tight in her mouth with some clear tape. Breathing heavily through her nose as she struggles to get free I'm sure that ballgag sounds good. A little too late for that now.
So when Serene returned a box full of pantyhose to me full of runs; a little payback was in order. It seemed only fitting to tie her up with the very hose that was ruined. You can recycle just about anything if you put your mind to it. Legs, ankles, thighs, and even elbows are cinched tightly together. The nice thing about pantyhose is once you secure the knot there's no getting out without scissors. With a large ball tied in her mouth with more hose, Serene tries to protest and pick at the knots but it's no use. Maybe next time she will be a bit more careful with her pantyhose.
As Jamie struggled to wake up her body was sore all over. At first she thought she had slept wrong but that didn't explain the strain in her jaw. Her eyes fly open and tries to sit up only to discover a neverending chain wrapped around her chest, arms, and even between her legs. Throwing her weight up she manages to sit up only to be stopped short by the chain around her neck connected to the bed. Even her feet are devilishly secured with thumbcuffs around her big toes. In her new position drool was already starting to pour out of her mouth as Jamie tried to find a way out. She knew that any minute her captor could return.
One loop at a time. Starting with her upper body I wrap overlapping layers of vinyl tape around her body. Inch by inch she feels the tape struggling to pull back into shape. Like a 100 foot snake coiling tightly around her body. Once the coils reach her hands he moans in protest. Cali's muffled grunts are muted by her panties taped tightly in her mouth and easily ignored. The process quickens as I move down her legs and reach her ankles. Through the small opening of the hood Cali's wearing she pleads for release but knows she's going to be stuck for a while. A few hours should calm her down a bit.
