Sarah could see it sitting on the chair. Half of her couldn't wait for it, the other half knew it would eventually torment her. For now she was secured and mummified to an iron tower, but soon she would be cut free. When eventually her favorite toy was easily secured in place, in a way she could escape it. With a flick of a switch and a jump her first orgasm would come quickly, leaving her extra sensitive for the next one. By her 5th orgasm her pleas for some reprieve were only met with a tightening of the belts, pushing the wand harder against her sensitive clit.
To be honest I figured she could escape in just a few minutes. So that's what I told Madeline: that she was stuck until she escaped. Her legs were spread and locked to each end of the log and her arms belted in front. I let her struggle. I'm fairly certain she thought it would be an easy escape as well, and she was far from pleased with the turn of events. I suppose adding a hair tie and stealing away her last bit of movement wasn't nice, but nobody said it would be easy.
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.
I could see Sky already plotting her escape as I coiled the duct tape around her legs. Her fingernails were poised ready to rip herself free. When I slid the pantyhose up her arms and taped it in place, the confidence slipped away. Her hands, now forced into fists, were taped together tight behind her back. A tape gag really got her blood boiling; all the better to struggle with. If she can't get out, I'm sure some time with a magicwand wouldn't be a bad consolation prize.
Wrapped tightly to a pole with heavy plastic wrap, Mesa's toes dangled a mere inch above the floor. Unable to gain any purchase on the floor, she was good and stuck. When I put the clover clamps on her tits she was ready for it. However, a bit more unexpected for her was when the nipple chain was pulled, causing her to swing on the post.
