Johannie had hoped her bondage might stop after the straitjacket went on. Her hopes soon dashes as she's covered in belts tightly securing her to the rocking chair she was sitting in. Every struggle frustratingly voided by the chair's movement. Drooling profusely through her gag she could only shake her head when she could see what came next. The rubber gas mask easily goes onto Johannie's head forcing her breathing through a small tube. Struggling harder than over now, I simply sit back and enjoy Newton's 3rd law in all its glory.
What seems like a good idea on paper seldom fleshes out in real life, but every once in a while you get lucky. With Serene's arms and elbows cinched together they are drawn into a high strappado which is anchored to a ring in her hair. Instantly everything becomes uncomfortable with any movement only making it worse. Despite her efforts to remain still her body struggles to find a better resting point. Each attempt pulling on her hair, arms, legs, and even her crotch rope. Maybe next time so won't be so eager to get out of her cage?
Begging for a reprieve from her ballet boots Liv is strapped down to a nearby chair. She soon finds out she doesn't get all she wants as the front legs are lifted up so her tortured toes still bear some of her weight. Liv quickly becomes mindful of struggling too as every shift in the chair finds its way to her toes as well. One a magic wand is strapped between her legs it doesn't take long for her to forget all her pains and worries. As orgasm after orgasm hits her bound body she's given the option to keep cumming or get released. Really not much of a question really as the orgasm always wins.
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.
