As with all new girls looking to get tied up I ask if they have any special requests. Usually it's clothes or shoes but not Mesa. All she wanted was that it be tight and leave her helpless. How could I refuse? Once I had her bound and frogtied to two long poles she got what she wanted and more. When the magic wand was eventually lowered in front of her Mesa lept into position only to be frustrated by it's light touch. Bound as she was the vibe only served to tease her to frustration. When she soon pleads for some relief Mesa gets a bit more than she bargains for!
When I tied Sarah to the wall in the basement she was already pretty worked up earlier games. Tied and gagged to the wall I knew all she wanted was the magic wand on the floor. Pulling the rope between her legs and cinching her crotch rope tight had her squirming and drooling with anticipation. After teasing her with the vibe across her body I left it suspended by her crotchrope. It's clear the vibrations are having quite an effect as the vibrating rope between Sarah's legs keeps her at a steady simmer.
Despite her best efforts an orgasm simply wasn't going to happen. Locked in a hexagon of chains Cali could wiggle around enough but getting the vibrator to cooperate was a whole other matter. As the minutes pass and her frustration grows a reprieve is in sight when I toss a pile of keys in front of her. If finding the right key wasn't hard enough; Cali's in for a surprise when she tries to unlock them one handed.
After the 10th question from Billie it was clear I wasn't going to get any work done. She was in dire need of some quiet time. Once I had her trussed up in chains and a big yellow bean bag gag all she could do was try and kill some time... in silence. Billie can only squirm hopelessly in her pantyhose and chains trying to find a comfortable position.
The faint buzzing from the other room was unmistakable and when I walked in my suspicions were confirmed. Instead of cleaning up the toys Violet was having her fun with the magicwand. Taking it away would be too easy. By the time I was done, Violet was wearing a steel chastity belt with her arms crossed in front of her inside leather opera mittens. Some rolled up panties and clear tape kept her protests at bay. Before leaving her to struggle on the bed I toss the keys to her freedom in front of her. With her arms and mouth rendered useless, she can only stare helplessly at them and struggle.
