She had looked forward to it all day, and with the weekend here it was time for some self-bondage. Liv wasn't looking for anything fancy, just the feel of restraints and maybe a few orgasms. Loving to be teased, she set up the magicwand on a random timer before handcuffing her own hands above her head. With the key in her hand she playfully struggled until the timer turned on, bringing herself right to the brink. Twice more the timer denied her a much-needed orgasm, and she decided it was time do it herself. As she was trying to find the keyhole the vibe kicked on high, causing her to jump and drop the key. Liv is no amateur and has a backup plan to get her free. Holding her handcuffs is a large turnbuckle just waiting to be turned. With her legs in a spreader bar it will take a while. That is, if she can concentrate long enough between orgasms...
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?
It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
Abby was caught off guard last time she was challenged, but is determined not to be fooled twice. Her instructions tell her to start with a gag, followed by leg cuffs. With her ice release in place Abby crosses her arms and handcuffs them to the cage. It seems simple enough, but she soon finds the position to be less than comfortable and wants out. Pulling frantically on the nylon, the ice holds firm and keeps her bound. The question is, will she make it out this time, or will she repeat her last challenge?
