Anybody who's ever been bound understands the embrace of tight bondage; the pleasure derived of hopelessly struggling. This is doubly true when brought to the heights of pleasure by a high powered vibrator. For Viorica, I had her legs bolted down firm, but her arms cuffed to chains with plenty of movement. Or so she thought. When the vibe kicked on and her 18" corset really started to cut into her breathing Viorica desperately tried to find some relief. Everywhere she tries to reach is just a bit too short adding to her frustration. By the fourth orgasm she can't help but wrap her wrists around the chains and hold on for dear life.
All I wanted was a little peace and quiet but somebody was bored. After a bit it was clear that Amanda wouldn't leave me alone so I decided to do something about it. I looked at the piles of rope but that was too much effort. So I opted for some handcuffs around her ankles, wrists, and elbows left her hogtied and helpless in under 30 seconds. A tight trainer gag around her head kept her nice and quiet as well. As I hung the keys just out of her reach I left her struggling to reach them. I'm guessing she's not feeling bored anymore; I know I'm not!
Struggling in her green gag I doubt Lexi anticipated she'd be this helpless. Everything started simple enough; a wrist tie here, ankle tie there. As the ropes piled on she knew it was hopeless but couldn't give up. Lexi had no choice really if she wanted to get free anytime soon. With even her toes and thumbs tied securely it wouldn't be an easy task. Maybe I'll tie those elbows together to be extra sure.
I doubt this is what Star had in mind when she wanted to be placed high on a pedestal. Sitting high in the window sill, I assured her the restraints were only for her safety. A drool inducing gag came next which was connected to a bolt above her head. Moving became a challenge let alone getting down. Before sitting back to watch her hopelessly struggle I slipped a Hitachi under her pantyhose. The effect was instant and Star starts squirming with pleasure. Within seconds her first of many orgasms was building and fighting the chains. She's in for quite a ride.
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.
