Constance simply has nowhere to go. Her legs are frogtied and pulled wide apart with chains. The laces are closed tight on her armbinder and chained to the table. Left completely helpless, a magicwand is suspended lightly against her pussy. With limited movement, she tries to push against the vibrator with little success. It buzzes away while gently teasing her to madness. Eventually a helping hand pushes it tight against her, sending Constance instantly to orgasm.
With the staff turnover in the cleaning industry being so high, we soon found ourselves looking for another maid. Stasha is excited at first when she sees her outfit, but is a bit skeptical of the bondage requirement. Needing the job she decides to at least give it a try, allowing her arms and legs to be bound in belts. To her surprise it wasn't that difficult to sweep the floor with her bondage. Feeling confident, she agrees to continue and is gagged for her last test. Focused on the job at hand while trying not to fall over, Stasha tries to reach the final belts in the cage. She doesn't notice the door shutting in time, locking her in. She had already got the job, whether she wanted it or not.
Her bondage doesn't start out too difficult. Just a frogtie with her elbows and wrists secured. When the neck rope is added, though, Paisleigh has to pull herself high on her knees to keep the pressure off. She tries to struggle, but knows it won't help. There isn't much that can phase Paisleigh. Tight bondage, gags, predicaments; she can take them all on. Vibrators, however, leave her weak in the knees. SheaEUR(TM)s in a situation that leaves her with a simple choice: Succumb to endless orgasms, or keep her neck rope loose. If only she could reach the power switch.
One by one Monica's chains are pulled tight. The strictness of her situation creeps up on her as the chains have no give. Just as she thinks things can't get tighter, another chain is added and then another. By the time her gag is chained to the pole above her it takes an effort of will to make the slightest attempts at escape. Even if she could, the chainlinks keeping her locked up are well out of reach. Still, Monica can't help but try, even if there's only a small chance that something will give.
Covered head to toe in PVC and leather, Merula is completely deprived of her senses. With her elbows forced to touch in her armbinder she has no hope of getting free. She still has to try, though, despite her labored breathing through two small nose holes. It's a vicious cycle. The desire to escape mingles with the desire to breathe.
