I could tell by the way Ruthie shifted in her seat for the 5th time in a minute that she was nervous. She had just finished telling me how she'd never been tied up before and asked if her hands could stay free until she got used to it. I felt a little bad preying on her naivete, but she was here to learn; starting with a tight hogtie. I secured her upper arms first and then her forearms before resting her on the floor. While I tied Ruthie's booted feet together it dawned on her how useless her free hands were becoming. Fingers pawing away I leave her to get used to a world of new experiences. Little does she know things are just getting started and next on the list is a nice tight trainer gag.
Throw a girl in some ropes and she'll struggle to find the knots. Bolts a girl wrist, limbs, and body to a chunk of wood and all you get is a look of defeat. With only millimeters of wiggle room Cher found herself in just this very predicament. With her resigning so early I had to give her some incentive. Bolting a Hitachi to her vulnerable body seemed like the perfect motivator. Try as she might though, it looks like she was right, there is no getting free. There was no escaping her bondage or the Hitachi for the matter.
I knew what she was doing, but I was OK with it. As I listened to her pout that nobody had put her in any 'real' ropes for a long time. I could see the bait and what she was asking; Mesa wanted me to tie her up good and tight. Someone's got to make her happy right? I thought about all the positions I could put her in and settled on simple and efficient. Starting her off in a secure boxtie I finish her hogtie by drawing her legs up nice and tight. I could tell by her squirming it was exactly what she was craving. I could tell she was reasonably comfortable too which was good because I planned on keeping her there for quite a while.
Handcuffing a pretty girl to a chair is easy; making sure she can hardly move an inch is a whole other matter. When Paige saw the cuffs in my hands I'm sure she thought things would be a walk in the park. It didn't take long from that grin to go away though. With her legs forced apart and arms pulled tightly to each chair arm there wasn't much she could do. To be sure, I dangled a vibed against her pussy to see if she could get herself off. As each minute passed I could see the pleading look in Paige's eyes. She only needed a nudge to go over the edge as she drove herself insane with frustration.
When she got the message that her boyfriend wouldn't be back from his trip for another day it was time to take things into her own hands. For days Star avoided playing with the new toys but no more. She starts by strapping the new ball gag in tight and locking her arms and legs into a spreadeagle. Near her left arm is an old stocking with the keys to her freedom at the end, along with several cubes of ice. Having never done this before she figured that would be enough for 20 minutes of fun. How long could ice take to melt? After Star brings herself to multiple orgasms with the hanging vibe she placed over her pussy before starting she decides it's time to get out. Twenty minutes turns to ninety and she starts to get desperate and pulling hard on the stocking. If she's not careful she might be stuck there until he gets home the following day!
