Leather belts encircle her body all over, pulling her tight against the iron pole in front of her. Twisting and pulling nothing breaks free to loosens. Bella's efforts are only rewarded with drool running down her legs. She really begins to squirm once the magic wand is turned on and her first orgasm starts to build. Bella's neck is secured to the pole with another belt limiting all mobility. She can only sit tight bracing for the first of many orgasms to come.
Despite her flexibility Vivian wasn't very grateful as the leather of her armbinder pushed her elbows together until they touched. A leather corset laced tight around her body while more leather straps cinch her helpless arms to her body. A final strap holds a pair of panties in her mouth reducing any protests to grunts. From her position the leather seems endless and unrelenting. Nothing gives or shakes loose. In her struggles she manages to loosen some straps only to have them pulled tighter than before. Escape won't come easy.
To escape, Tara must struggle. To struggle means pulling uncomfortably on her neck and crotch ropes. Her attempts to simply stay still were quickly dispatched as she spied the nearby knots. No matter how she stretched her arms it only served to choke her until she relaxed them. Tara's legs were no different; her crotch rope pulled tight as a bow. Any movement in her legs was quickly added the pressure already there. No matter how unpleasant her tugging is, she's not the type to give up easily. Not with her freedom on the line.
Leila is really pushed to her limit in this week's update. She starts bound to a chair wearing a tight corset and ballet shoes. At first she think she's getting off easy. Nothing too tight or even uncomfortable. When the clover clamps go on her nipples Leila's still not too worried. It's not until the suspension ring is lowered and her once crotch rope is re-tied to her clamps causing to new situations. The first is she must keep her hips high in the air to keep pressure off her nipple clamps. The second is her feet are not forced to stand in her ballet shoes with no way to find relief. Now it's just a waiting game; she'll eventually have to come down!
Trying on the ballet boots Sarah commented that she wished she could stand in them. Happy to please, I give her a chance to learn. If bikes have training wheels, why can't ballet boots? Wrapping belts around her arms to a long pole I hoist her up into a semi standing position. Taking a step back the predicament becomes obvious to her now, trapped between hanging from her arms or standing in the boots. Securing a ballgag in her mouth I tell her I'll be back when she can stand a full minute in them. Grunts of displeasure leave her gagged lips as she can only stand a few seconds in them. Sarah's got to start somewhere right?
