What seems like a good idea on paper seldom fleshes out in real life, but every once in a while you get lucky. With Serene's arms and elbows cinched together they are drawn into a high strappado which is anchored to a ring in her hair. Instantly everything becomes uncomfortable with any movement only making it worse. Despite her efforts to remain still her body struggles to find a better resting point. Each attempt pulling on her hair, arms, legs, and even her crotch rope. Maybe next time so won't be so eager to get out of her cage?
Even as she could feel the tight wrap hold her limbs tightly together her confidence reigned. There was no doubt in Tiffany's mind that she couldn't break free. She'd seen me tear the vetwrap easily in front of her; how hard could it be? We agreed that an hour should be plenty of time for her to get free, or at least how long she's be stuck for if her plans failed. He struggle to get free only seemed to force the wraps tighter, quickly weakening her resolve. With her confidence waning I seal her head in several layers of vetwrap. Her eyes tell the story, on longer filled with vigor but with resignation knowing it will be a long, long hour.
Covered nearly head to toe in black Hannah couldn't help but enjoy her outfit. The vinyl tape accents circling her elbows, wrists, and legs were another matter. With panties sealed in her mouth under several layers of tape her displeasure of the situation was easily ignored. Undeterred, Hannah tries her best to find a weak point, anything that will gain her freedom. Every flex of her muscles only seemed to will the tape to constrict more. With her elbows already touching, she shuttered to think how much tighter it could get.
Serene starts right out of the gate with her elbows welded together with rope with plenty more securing the rest of her. Her blue ball gag already showing signs of drool she knows the fun is just getting started. Soon her wrists are bound to the top of the post behind her forcing her into a tight strappado. With Serene's mobility near zero I take the liberty of unzipping her catsuit and decorating her tits with a set of clover clamps. Clamps that are immediately tied tightly in front of her. Any movement, struggle, or twitch is radiated directly to her nipples. There's only one logical next step; to see if I can encourage any movement. Her exposed feet look like a good place to start.
With Amanda's arms, legs, and elbows cinched tight with rope escape was not the cards for her. Even with her constant struggle against the ropes it only seemed to get tighter. All hope was lost on her face when more rope is added around her chest, cinched to the sides, and holding her down firm. A trainer gag is strapped tight around her head next despite her protests. Before leaving her to struggle away her afternoon a final touch is added; a rope pulling her head harness back hard leaving her in a pleasing arch.
