Sometimes people never know when to quit when they are ahead. Sure I had bolted Sarah's wrists to the wall and put a spreader bar between her legs, but it could be a lot worse. She didn't see it that way and continued to complain even after the gag went in. If she was going to complain it seemed only fitting to give her something to complain about! Securing a chain around her waist and between her legs the slack is connected to the bar below. Now forced to bend her knees there's only two options. Support her weight while her legs eventually tire or hang uncomfortably by her wrists. I have a feeling there won't be many complaints after this lesson.
Autumn starts off with a bang as her first time in our gentle rigging hands. Skipping the soft and comfortable rope, chain covers her body from head to toe. A web of unyielding steel that quickly squashes any doubt of escape with every struggle. Desperate Autumn isn't willing to give up, struggling her heart out to escape. Her efforts repeatedly knock her off balance only to be saved by the chain tether on her harness gag. Each save driving the ball deep into her mouth. For a moment she pauses to regain her balance but the chain still holds strong and the cycle continues.
Leather belts encircle her body all over, pulling her tight against the iron pole in front of her. Twisting and pulling nothing breaks free to loosens. Bella's efforts are only rewarded with drool running down her legs. She really begins to squirm once the magic wand is turned on and her first orgasm starts to build. Bella's neck is secured to the pole with another belt limiting all mobility. She can only sit tight bracing for the first of many orgasms to come.
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.
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.
