For Sarah's challenge, it all starts with a simple clothespin. Several of them actually. Using a string, she must make a zipper around her body or breasts before handcuffing herself. With her key well out of reach and a self applied ballgag preventing any pleas for help Sarah's on her own to escape. With no recourse she tries to pull them off. Wincing as the first one pops off she bites and groans into her gag, cursing the shot of pain. Drool pours over her breasts as she looks down and sees over a dozen left to pull off. Sarah glances again at the key across the room before starting to pull off the next one.
This wasn't the first time Liv had been wrapped by my hand. Unlike before when she had some ability to squirm on the floor, this time she found herself several feet in the air. Her plastic wrap the only thing keeping her aloft, but also from going anywhere else. Once the ballgag was pulled tight Liv couldn't help but drool like a faucet as she struggled. More plastic is used to keep her head firm against the pole as well as keep her gag tightly in place. With her feet exposed it was time to test how secure the plastic was. Thrashing in place things look good to start, but as always, further testing is required.
Only we the viewers are the winners in this game. There is no escape for Star or Laci with their arms tied tightly behind their back. Both are pulled into strappados, ankles tied to each other. Every movement, shift, or struggle pulls to the other. If one strappado rope is pulled down, the other goes higher. It certainly doesn't help when they are tickled over and over forcing an ebb and flow of pulling and tugging against each other.
As Sarah lies on the cold floor, she finds her predicament not unlike the fish the net normally captures. Even with all her intelligence all she can do is twist and pull against the thin ropes hoping for a weakness. Zipties cover her body, fingers, arms, and head helping make her bondage as frustrating as possible. Even her gag is ziptied on in case any prying fingers get any ideas. As time moves on more zipties are added and she's drawn up into a hogtie; the netting pressing hard against her eyes taking away any hope of spotting a weakness.
Liv started out with a fighting chance; albeit not a good one. Her hands vetwrapped closed, wrists and legs each tethered to a corner of the room. Each knot feet away from her enfeebled hands. The chastity belt tightly contains her sex reminding her that not even that is in her control. The loose ropes are soon tightened one by one leaving her in a standing spreadeagle. As each minute ticks by her puppet master tightens or adds more rope to her well restrained body. Looking at the sizable pile of rope in front of her, Liz knows its only going to get tighter and tighter.
