With Amanda's arms, legs, and elbows cinched tight with rope escape was not the cards for her. Even with her constant struggle against the ropes it only seemed to get tighter. All hope was lost on her face when more rope is added around her chest, cinched to the sides, and holding her down firm. A trainer gag is strapped tight around her head next despite her protests. Before leaving her to struggle away her afternoon a final touch is added; a rope pulling her head harness back hard leaving her in a pleasing arch.
Only we the viewers are the winners in this game. There is no escape for Star or Laci with their arms tied tightly behind their back. Both are pulled into strappados, ankles tied to each other. Every movement, shift, or struggle pulls to the other. If one strappado rope is pulled down, the other goes higher. It certainly doesn't help when they are tickled over and over forcing an ebb and flow of pulling and tugging against each other.
Within a week of posting my ad online and a few emails later Autumn was at my door, eager to help. Feigning any prior experience with rope I awkwardly invited her to so I could practice. After 20 minutes Autumn was more than secure in her ropes and it was more than obvious that I needed no practice. Before Autumn could say anything a gag is pushed into her mouth and left to find a way out. Counting the minutes until our hour session is up she does her best to free herself to no avail. Even if she could reach a knot, they are cinched so tight she couldn't undo them. As the hour nears I drop several hundred dollars on the floor sending her into panic. I'll be needing her for a bit longer than an hour.
The ropes felt nice for Monica tied to the wall. Her only discomfort was her heels wouldn't stop sliding on the slick tile floor forcing her hang by the ropes. It also meant that putty any distance between her pussy and vibrator wasn't going to work for long. Monica managed well for the first couple orgasms and wanted a break. With the wand pushed to high none would come as she raced to another orgasm. Desperate she continues to try and stand only to fall back down; the vibe pressing harder than ever.
As Sarah lies on the cold floor, she finds her predicament not unlike the fish the net normally captures. Even with all her intelligence all she can do is twist and pull against the thin ropes hoping for a weakness. Zipties cover her body, fingers, arms, and head helping make her bondage as frustrating as possible. Even her gag is ziptied on in case any prying fingers get any ideas. As time moves on more zipties are added and she's drawn up into a hogtie; the netting pressing hard against her eyes taking away any hope of spotting a weakness.
