Rope is nice but scissors won't help Serene out of this bind. Chains run around her legs, wrists, and arms, forcing her into a straitjacket position. Strapped to her head is a heavy harness gag with a pump gag filling her mouth. Starting off with three solid pumps, her cheeks instantly bulge from the strain. Purposely, the valve to her gag is left loose to bait her into deflating it. Soon enough she takes the bait and is rewarded with four pumps. Her face starting to match the color of her latex top, her chains hold firm with no chance of her squirming free of this one.
For Abby's challenge she must cuff her legs and attach handcuffs under her legs to a posture collar. Her release comes when all the ice she filled the pantyhose with melts. Since her challenge dictates she be bound for an hour, she wanted to be sure and put over a dozen cubes in. Unwittingly setting herself up for several hours she sets to struggling to pass the time. It's not until a full hour has passed and the cubes have barely melted that Abby realizes her folly. Her increasingly uncomfortable position and the ache in her jaw builds her panic as she tries to pull the key free with little success. If only she hadnaEUR(TM)t turned the air conditioner onto high before she started!
It's amazing how a simple pole changes the dynamic of a girl's performance. The sight of Amanda bound and gagged is hot on its own, but forced to struggle against a steel pole is the icing on the cake. Belts encircle her legs, arms, elbows, and neck, ensuring there's no escape. It doesn't take long for her legs to tire in her high heels and playful struggle turns to desperation to get free. Despite Amanda's best efforts, her pole dance continues as she continues to search for a comfortable position.
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.
Amelia had a lot of trepidation coming through the door. Everything in the room was new to her, with restraints and gear completely foreign to her. It would be a day of firsts, starting with a tightly laced corset. Coils of rope encircled her wrists securing them together behind her back. Several more wrap around her chest, arms, elbows, and shoulders keeping them in a tight box. Her legs soon followed and left in a frogtie. Completing her trek of firsts, a proper ballgag slides into her mouth while I tighten the numerous straps. I can't tell if she loves it or hates it; I just know she'll be there a while to decide on her own.
