It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
To be honest I figured she could escape in just a few minutes. So that's what I told Madeline: that she was stuck until she escaped. Her legs were spread and locked to each end of the log and her arms belted in front. I let her struggle. I'm fairly certain she thought it would be an easy escape as well, and she was far from pleased with the turn of events. I suppose adding a hair tie and stealing away her last bit of movement wasn't nice, but nobody said it would be easy.
The heavy leather cuffs around her arms, legs and neck were more than enough to keep Abby pinned to the floor. Then again, there is no such thing as too secure. So, with adjustable velcro straps, the extra wiggle room she previously had was soon removed. Given her vulnerable position I wanted to give her good reason to squirm and the magic wand is just the tool for the job. Secured firmly against her pussy, it didn't take long before she was squirming against it. Knowing she can't get away, Abby did what any smart girl would do; she submitted and enjoyed herself.
Johannie had hoped her bondage might stop after the straitjacket went on. Her hopes soon dashes as she's covered in belts tightly securing her to the rocking chair she was sitting in. Every struggle frustratingly voided by the chair's movement. Drooling profusely through her gag she could only shake her head when she could see what came next. The rubber gas mask easily goes onto Johannie's head forcing her breathing through a small tube. Struggling harder than over now, I simply sit back and enjoy Newton's 3rd law in all its glory.
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.
