Merula's expression said it all. When she was told I'd have her drooling for more, this was clearly not what she had in mind. She didn't have to like the situation, but she knew to keep her protests to a minimum. She could see the piles of chain nearby and realised that her situation could only get worse. Instead, Merula put her efforts towards trying to escape, the mitts on her hands keeping them tethered behind her with her fingers unable to help. In the end, all Merula managed to do was produce a large pool of drool under her gag. If she only knew how much bigger it would become before the night was over.
It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
Aria starts off with her arms and legs tied off to four corners in a semi spreadeagle. A magicwand sits between her legs, taunting her with potential pleasure. When it's finally turned on, Aria finds the orgasms she desires are not easy to come by. Forced to lift herself to the wand, she can only hold herself in position for a half minute. Muscle fatigue takes hold, leaving her more and more frustrated. Again and again she tries to orgasm before her muscles give out. Will she be able to do it?
There are few things more sexy than a pretty girl trying to struggle and hardly able to move an inch. Stasha knew the feeling first hand as a dozen buckles froze her arms and legs tight to the chair's spindles. Her pantyhosed legs flexed and strained against the leather but it proved far too strong. Stasha only became more frustrated as she continued to soak her corset with drool. I'm quite certain that what had her so upset was the need for more belts; something I was happy to help with.
Knots out of reach. Elbows cinched behind her. Star's chance of escape? Zero. That doesn't stop her from trying. Her corset doesn't cover much, leaving her exposed as she struggles. Ballet boots ensure that she gains no purchase on the ground, but she does eventually manage to move a few inches. Unacceptable. A snaphook between her trainer gag and eyebolt in the wall puts a stop to that quickly enough. Star keeps trying, but it's obvious she has no more tricks up her sleeve.
