Amelia came prepared for a hard workout, but I doubt this is what she expected. She starts with her wrists and ankles bolted to the pallet table and is left to simmer a bit. A trainer gag soon follows and by her expression it's obvious that she's not happy with her situation. As she bounces around hoping to get free, it's obvious she's in need of a few more restraints. A few chains around her waist and arms easily lock her down, free to torment further.
Abby starts out wrapped in a tight little ball of plastic and strapped down to a pallet. She uses what little mobility she has to toss her weight around, only to be snapped back into place. The heavy rubber straps are relentless in mocking her efforts. It's when her exposed feet come under fire that Abby finds renewed vigor to try and get free. As her feet continue to be tickled she thrashes against the bonds, hoping for any purchase. Will Abby find a way out?
Sarah could see it sitting on the chair. Half of her couldn't wait for it, the other half knew it would eventually torment her. For now she was secured and mummified to an iron tower, but soon she would be cut free. When eventually her favorite toy was easily secured in place, in a way she could escape it. With a flick of a switch and a jump her first orgasm would come quickly, leaving her extra sensitive for the next one. By her 5th orgasm her pleas for some reprieve were only met with a tightening of the belts, pushing the wand harder against her sensitive clit.
Knots out of reach. Elbows cinched behind her. Star's chance of escape? Zero. That doesn't stop her from trying. Her corset doesn't cover much, leaving her exposed as she struggles. Ballet boots ensure that she gains no purchase on the ground, but she does eventually manage to move a few inches. Unacceptable. A snaphook between her trainer gag and eyebolt in the wall puts a stop to that quickly enough. Star keeps trying, but it's obvious she has no more tricks up her sleeve.
If she were tied up, she might at least have a chance to wiggle the ropes free. Instead, she is bolted down to a wood table which makes her feel like a doll waiting to be unwrapped and played played with. The metal holding her was just too unforgiving no matter how hard Hannah tried. If that were not bad enough, the provocative position she was bound in was the icing on the cake. Between her legs,only a simple zipper was keeping someone from having their fun.
