They say it's best to dress in layers, so the same must be true for bondage. A few belts could have done the job, but no sense in risking escape. So the belts layered on and meeting behind her back is a star. Laci's first instinct was to reach for the buckles but soon discovered they were well out of reach. Struggle and twist was her only option and gives it her all. The belts giving her a false sense of hope as they move with her body not giving her much to fight against. The redundancy of the belts ensure none slip or give any slack. Laci's there for the duration until somebody feels like undoing those belt buckles.
While I am prepping the room for a challenging predicament for Sarah, she tried to sit still in her latex straitjacket. Despite her gag keeping her quiet she was still quite a distraction as she squirmed and fidgeted in her chair. There was only one thing to do and I quickly whisked her to the basement for some time to herself. Confused at first Sarah plays along and squirms in the belts and latex keeping her well secure. As the minutes pass she soon realizes I'm not coming back. Dangling like a worm on a hook by the ring in her gag she tries to grunt and stomp for attention. Little does she know she's in for a not so brief interlude as I take my time setting up her next torment.
It all starts with the first belt. Innocent and unassuming as it cinches around her ankles. Then another is wrapped around her knees. One by one they encircle and trap her body tighter and tighter. The belts keep coming; a dozen, maybe more. All that's left is Savannah crushed into a ball, helpless on the floor. A ballgag is strapped in place before she's left to figure a way out. Unlike a hogtie where some movement is possible, she can't seem to move an inch on the floor. Literally. Any hope of loosening a belt is dashed by the leather mitts locked over her hands. Maybe if she's good a few orgasms might be in order. It's the last I can do before leaving her to struggle for the night.
I wasn't even done putting the last strap in place when Hannah was already trying to talk her way out of her restraints. By talk I mean barely intelligible grunts through her full head harness gag. Ignoring her initial pleas I left her to test her restraints out. Elbows and wrists cinched together along with her legs. Getting out on her own wouldn't be easy, if even possible. When Hannah wouldn't relent her complaining I decided to take the comfort from her position and added another strap pulling her into a tight hogtie. Desperate to get some relief from her new position she is more than willing to do anything I ask in trade for some relief. Let the bargaining begin.
All dressed up and nowhere to go sums up Lexi's situation to a tee. Decked out in her tight blue corset, garters, and stockings she probably had other plans then her current predicament. Belts hold her arms and legs together while chains pull her wrists and crotch belt between the two ends of the bed. Each attempt to struggle only pulls something else tighter. Every buckle and strap is close to her fingers but only leads to frustration when she tries. Feeling more defeated by the minute Lexi can only plead for release. For now I think I'll leave her stuck between a rock and a hard place.
