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.
As the cold tile floor pressed hard against Monica's knees she tries to stay motionless as long as possible. It will be the 4th position she's tried in the past minute; nothing is remotely comfortable. If she didn't know better, she'd swear it was only getting worse. Her cinched elbows pushing her head forward causing her to drool profusely onto the floor below. Monica tries again, this time getting onto the balls of her feet trying her best to stay centered as she's helplessly tethered to the rope tied above. In her unpleasant position she can't even see the knots but is keenly aware they are well out of reach.
When Monica arrives she finds nobody home and a note to keep herself busy for a few hours. Quickly becoming bored she decides on some playful self-bondage to pass the time. She straps ballgag in her mouth first before putting on a set of legcuffs and handcuffs. Making her way into the cage she closes the door behind her to play the damsel role; giggling all the while. It's not until she's had enough and tries to push the seemingly unlocked door open that it doesn't budge. Secured with a 1,200lb magnet her 110lb body has no hope of budging it. Panic now sets in as Monica knows she's really stuck and worse, the keys are sitting on top of the cage out of reach. With hours to go before anybody will be home Monica's stuck playing a real damsel for a while.
Makenzie wasn't able to move an inch, but that didn't stop me from adding more belts. So with a few more pulling her legs wide open and another around her waist I left her to struggle. She tried her best to protest but with two pairs of panties under several layers of vinyl tape barely a moan escapes. Makenzie's demeanor soon changed when the magic wand was switched on as he struggles to escape turned to squirms of bliss. Just wait until she finds out it's only set on low.
