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.
As Abby strained her abdominal muscles again to move she could only wonder what was next. While helplessly bound, she knew there had to be more. He always made sure of that. For now she was comfortable, even if the heavy log she was bound to kept her pinned to the bed. Her wait didn't last long as she watched a magic wand be tied between her legs. With coils of rope now gagging her mouth Abby tried to tell him it wasn't close enough. As it buzzed away, she tried her best to inch it just a bit closer. An orgasm was so close, yet so far away. It was only now that she started to suspect her situation might be intentional.
Serene's predicament starts out like a bondage fairy tale. Not too tight and not too loose; the ropes are just right. On the surface it seemed like a good thing, but she knew it would mean she'd be spending at least a few hours in them. Her heavy panel gag strapped tightly ensured there would be no discussion on the matter. As Serene struggled another feature of her bondage became clear. No matter how she twisted, or pulled every knot was carefully tied out of reach. Every one frustratingly inches away but nothing she could do about it. Her only hope was to keep struggling and hope something came loose.
Covered in pantyhose Tiffany doesn't know what to make of her taped firsts. More tape makes her way around each leg, leaving them in a tight frogtie. The same treatment is given to her arms and without fingers there's no picking the tape free. Eventually Tiffany tries to use her teeth but not in time. The ball gag easily slips into her mouth before more pantyhose covers her head and is blindfolded with tape. Blind, gagged, and helpless she would give anything to have a single finger free. Without that, she's going to be stuck for a good long time.
