Struggling fiercely in her ropes, Autumn never thought she'd wish for traffic but she was today. Between her legs a magic wand is tied tightly in place, threatening to come to life at any moment. That moment would only come when the security camera sensed motion or more specifically, street traffic. Craning her neck to look for cars her wish would come true only for it to shut back off seconds later. Becoming more frustrated by each passing vehicle Autumn can't do anything but hope for more traffic to push her over. Who knows, maybe she'll get lucky?
Covered nearly head to toe in black Hannah couldn't help but enjoy her outfit. The vinyl tape accents circling her elbows, wrists, and legs were another matter. With panties sealed in her mouth under several layers of tape her displeasure of the situation was easily ignored. Undeterred, Hannah tries her best to find a weak point, anything that will gain her freedom. Every flex of her muscles only seemed to will the tape to constrict more. With her elbows already touching, she shuttered to think how much tighter it could get.
Nothing like a little tight bondage to make a good first impression. At least that was Bailey's welcome after coming through the door. A few belts later and she is helpless on the floor with her breasts and feet conveniently exposed. Struggling and finding no way out nipple clamps are added and pinned to the floor while belts pull her into an arch. The nipple chains are as tight as a bow as I start to tickle her feet. No matter how much she thrashes the belts hold her easily, making sure to pull them a few notches tighter whenever possible.
As Abby strained her abdominal muscles again to move she could only wonder what was next. While helplessly bound, she knew there had to be more. He always made sure of that. For now she was comfortable, even if the heavy log she was bound to kept her pinned to the bed. Her wait didn't last long as she watched a magic wand be tied between her legs. With coils of rope now gagging her mouth Abby tried to tell him it wasn't close enough. As it buzzed away, she tried her best to inch it just a bit closer. An orgasm was so close, yet so far away. It was only now that she started to suspect her situation might be intentional.
Serene's predicament starts out like a bondage fairy tale. Not too tight and not too loose; the ropes are just right. On the surface it seemed like a good thing, but she knew it would mean she'd be spending at least a few hours in them. Her heavy panel gag strapped tightly ensured there would be no discussion on the matter. As Serene struggled another feature of her bondage became clear. No matter how she twisted, or pulled every knot was carefully tied out of reach. Every one frustratingly inches away but nothing she could do about it. Her only hope was to keep struggling and hope something came loose.
