When the package arrived Serene knew exactly what she was in store for. It was a game they played; he would ship her a set of restraints and she's get herself nice and secure before his arrival later that day. Serene loved coming up with new and creative ideas to bind herself with. Of course there was the thrill that maybe this time he wouldn't come to save her; that really got her juices flowing. It wasn't long before she had herself hooded and gagged with her limbs cuffed in a spreadeagle. While thinking ahead to leave the key close the hood blocked her view of where it was. Unfortunately for Serene she accidentally drops her only key onto the floor plunging her into scariest fantasy. Trapped and alone and at least 6 hours before he comes to save her... if he comes at all.
When someone looks as good as Hannah does in a catsuit you can't help but want to keep them in it. She starts with her legs frogtied, ballet boots locked on and belted tightly in place. I slide an armbinder up her arms and lace it tight leaving her totally helpless. Squirming on the floor Hannah tries her best to find a way out but it's not use. Knowing how flexible she is I can't help but add a few more belts around her chest and arms cinching everything extra tight. Hannah complains at first, but then again she's not in much of a position to do anything about it either.
Just a few coils around each wrist and elbow and Jamie wasn't going anywhere. Putting the ballgag in her mouth was trivial by then. The beauty of vinyl tape is in her hopeless struggle to get free. It moves, gives, and stretches but always goes back to square one. A fact not known to Jamie as she frustratingly struggled to get free thinking she was close. To make things even more challenging her feet are bound together and hair tied back into an almost immovable position. Perfect for having a little fun.
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!
