Even as she could feel the tight wrap hold her limbs tightly together her confidence reigned. There was no doubt in Tiffany's mind that she couldn't break free. She'd seen me tear the vetwrap easily in front of her; how hard could it be? We agreed that an hour should be plenty of time for her to get free, or at least how long she's be stuck for if her plans failed. He struggle to get free only seemed to force the wraps tighter, quickly weakening her resolve. With her confidence waning I seal her head in several layers of vetwrap. Her eyes tell the story, on longer filled with vigor but with resignation knowing it will be a long, long hour.
You don't need a good reason to put a pretty, flexible girl like Briella into tight bondage. So I didn't give her one as I coiled duct tape around her arms and elbows. Her legs followed and finished with a cloth stuffing her mouth and sealed with layers of tape. Even her hands are taped into useless balls, thus dashing any hope of escape. Briella puts up one hell of a struggle, but is not match for the layers of tape around her. Holding up the nearly full roll of tape into her view she knew more was coming and a lot more skin to bind.
As the saying goes, no plan survives first contact. For Bella, once I had her legs, arms, and even feet strapped tightly in place I had planned to tease her relentlessly. With the magic wand set on low the suspended vibrator would only graze her most sensitive of areas. Any attempts to move closer or gain relief would only push what little she had away. Bella however was far more sensitive than I anticipated. Within seconds she is overstimulated with pleasure, unable to push it away for more than a second. The first of many orgasms reached their peak quickly. Watching her try to catch her breath before another orgasm hit her one thing was clear. While the plan was technically a failure; the mission was still a success.
Sometimes people never know when to quit when they are ahead. Sure I had bolted Sarah's wrists to the wall and put a spreader bar between her legs, but it could be a lot worse. She didn't see it that way and continued to complain even after the gag went in. If she was going to complain it seemed only fitting to give her something to complain about! Securing a chain around her waist and between her legs the slack is connected to the bar below. Now forced to bend her knees there's only two options. Support her weight while her legs eventually tire or hang uncomfortably by her wrists. I have a feeling there won't be many complaints after this lesson.
Amelia had a lot of trepidation coming through the door. Everything in the room was new to her, with restraints and gear completely foreign to her. It would be a day of firsts, starting with a tightly laced corset. Coils of rope encircled her wrists securing them together behind her back. Several more wrap around her chest, arms, elbows, and shoulders keeping them in a tight box. Her legs soon followed and left in a frogtie. Completing her trek of firsts, a proper ballgag slides into her mouth while I tighten the numerous straps. I can't tell if she loves it or hates it; I just know she'll be there a while to decide on her own.
