What could be better than one girl mummified in a secluded basement? Two of course! Jamie in tight black pallet wrap and Serene in an equally secure situation. Just to be sure neither worm away anywhere, both are bolted to the wall with metal straps. Frantically struggling it's obvious there's no possible escape but that doesn't stop them from trying. The dancing really begins when their sides and feet start to be tickled. The drool really starts to fly.
Some prefer to see a pretty girl model her sexy outfit with poses, or maybe some dancing. For myself lots of rope, drool, and ballet shoes make the outfit really pop. Seated on a small table Amandas elbows are hooked around a T-pole and her wrists tied in front. More is added around her waist and legs ensuring they stay open. Struggling now, her ballgag goes in and soon finds the table is bolted to the floor. She's just a simple decoration waiting to be play with.
After being locked in her chastity belt for 3 weeks Tara's attitude had increased by leaps and bounds. Suffering the embarrassment of it showing under clothes and other inconveniences, she was willing to do just about anything to get it off. With that in mind she is bolted to a pallet table to inspect the belt and ensure it's not tampered with. If she's tickled and teased a bit; I'm sure she won't mind. Not if she doesn't want to spend another week locked inside the chastity belt.
Pull forward and the cold steel of handcuffs digs into her delicate wrists. Pull backwards and the chain buried in her pussy gets a bit tighter. For Tara she was in a lose/lose situation with no way out. Protesting through her panty gag doesn't help much but she tries anyway hoping for some sympathy. Even her legs are chained and bolted to the floor, fixed in discomfort. Just when Tara thinks she's found something somewhat comfortable the chains are pulled even tighter; resetting her personal hell.
The heavy leather straps of the straitjacket were doing their job all too well. Vivian twisted and turned to no avail. Even her feet dangled helplessly from the eyebolts of her small perch, unable to gain any leverage. As a final insult, the steel ring in her ballgag was padlocked to the pole in front of her. Any escape was beyond hopeless now leaving Vivian to drool uncontrollably onto her leather bound chest. At the rate she was going she was sure she'd flood the floor before long. The last thing she could see before her vision was taken by a blindfold was the keys to her freedom taunting her, only inches away.
