The plan was to take a few pictures in their shiny next latex outfits. I suggested little white rope for decoration and would be great for the pictures, or so I told Serene and Jamie. Lost in conversation with each other, they hardly paid attention as I cinched their elbows and wrists around a suspended pole. Finishing with a crotch rope connected to their wrists for good measure. The situation started to click when I tied their two center ankles together but they were well stuck by that point. The protests really kicked up when I strapped a 2" harness gag on Jamie and 3" monster gag on Serene. A couple final ropes pulled their free outer legs up into the air leaving them to balance between one foot and their cinched elbows. It certainly looked uncomfortable; but what do I know. I'm just there to take some pictures.
I must admit that I enjoy seeing the contrast of silver chains across her purple catsuit. Cali's legs, arms, chest, and wrists unable to muster hardly any movement. Her posture collar ensures that not even her head has any range of motion. Her bondage is completed with a tight hood and blindfold leaving her in darkness and speechless. Cali squirms in anticipation, knowing more is to come. I don't keep her waiting long before setting her up with her favorite toy. With no way to stop the vibrator Cali clenches her fists and enjoys the ride.
Like a pretty decoration Viorica sat almost motionless in the middle of the room. With her legs locked behind her and arms to her side she could hardly move when she tried. Keeping her posture straight is a chain connecting her panel gag to the ceiling above. Between her legs is a magicwand and she knows what is to come; or thinks she does. Before switching it on Viorica's nipples are given a pair of clover clamps which are attached to the front of the table. As Viorica rides the waves of pleasure it doesn't take long before gets to be too much and she discovers her real predicament. To back away means to pull on her clamps; trapped in a vortex of pleasure and pain.
Knowing how ticklish Jamie is I felt a little guilty as I bolted each of the chains around her limbs. I could tell by her excited look behind the purple ballgag Jamie was expecting some quality time with a vibe; thrashing against her immovable chains. With nearly a dozen covering her body I started at her feet eliciting an immediate grunt of disapproval before breaking into hysterics. By the time my fingers were digging into her hips Jamie was putting the chains to the test. For my own safety I was glad they held as I relentlessly worked my fingers up and down her body leaving her breathless.
Sealed in several layers of heavy pallet wrap the extra layer of duct tape might have been overkill. Then again, if you're going to do something, do it right the first time. Right away she finds that moving a few simple inches becomes exhausting. Leila's moans and grunts though the 2" harness gag in protest go unanswered. After an hour Leila had only managed to cover herself in sweat. Feeling a bit of pity knowing she'd be in there for several more a vibe is taped to that special spot and the orgasms begin to fly. Within minutes she's up to three, but in her encased state there is nothing to stop the onslaught. After 10 minutes Leila loses count as they all merge into one, long, orgasmic bliss.
