Between her catsuit and makeshift chastity belt, Tiffany was, frankly, a horny mess. Her harness gag kept her protest to a low, mumbled roar. With the use of a single belt she was soon uncomfortably on her knees with her elbows pulled behind her, tethered around a handrail as if she was a decoration. Worse, with her elbows pulled behind her, any hope of her hands making the experience more pleasurable went out the window. More belts soon followed as she watched her world become more and more immobilized.
When a girl asks you to make it tight, you make it tight. I started with chains bolting down her legs and a tight crotch chain. Next, I coiled Gmoras's arms in more chain, pulling her elbows together before connecting them to the iron tree. Grinning wildly, it was obvious she was enjoying her predicament. To finish the job, I strapped a ball gag harness on her, pulling each strap extra tight. With a final chain the ring on her gag is connected to the pole behind her, leaving her unable to move. Once finished I ask if it's tight enough, but her head unable to nod. She only stares back. Maybe she needs just one more chain...
All dressed up and nowhere to go. At least that's how Sarah felt bolted to the wall and table below her in her sexy lingerie. Truth be told, she was loving every minute of her captivity. Even the drool flowing down her chin from the bit gag didn't phase her. It was all a prelude to what she knew would be coming next. After struggling for a while, her wish eventually came true as a wand was pressed firm against her pussy. Buzzing softly, her built up anticipation ensured she didn't have to wait long to orgasm. Writhing in her bondage, Sarah knew she would come to enjoy her position. It was only a matter of time.
Rope is nice but scissors won't help Serene out of this bind. Chains run around her legs, wrists, and arms, forcing her into a straitjacket position. Strapped to her head is a heavy harness gag with a pump gag filling her mouth. Starting off with three solid pumps, her cheeks instantly bulge from the strain. Purposely, the valve to her gag is left loose to bait her into deflating it. Soon enough she takes the bait and is rewarded with four pumps. Her face starting to match the color of her latex top, her chains hold firm with no chance of her squirming free of this one.
For Abby's challenge she must cuff her legs and attach handcuffs under her legs to a posture collar. Her release comes when all the ice she filled the pantyhose with melts. Since her challenge dictates she be bound for an hour, she wanted to be sure and put over a dozen cubes in. Unwittingly setting herself up for several hours she sets to struggling to pass the time. It's not until a full hour has passed and the cubes have barely melted that Abby realizes her folly. Her increasingly uncomfortable position and the ache in her jaw builds her panic as she tries to pull the key free with little success. If only she hadnaEUR(TM)t turned the air conditioner onto high before she started!
