Liv started out with a fighting chance; albeit not a good one. Her hands vetwrapped closed, wrists and legs each tethered to a corner of the room. Each knot feet away from her enfeebled hands. The chastity belt tightly contains her sex reminding her that not even that is in her control. The loose ropes are soon tightened one by one leaving her in a standing spreadeagle. As each minute ticks by her puppet master tightens or adds more rope to her well restrained body. Looking at the sizable pile of rope in front of her, Liz knows its only going to get tighter and tighter.
To escape, Tara must struggle. To struggle means pulling uncomfortably on her neck and crotch ropes. Her attempts to simply stay still were quickly dispatched as she spied the nearby knots. No matter how she stretched her arms it only served to choke her until she relaxed them. Tara's legs were no different; her crotch rope pulled tight as a bow. Any movement in her legs was quickly added the pressure already there. No matter how unpleasant her tugging is, she's not the type to give up easily. Not with her freedom on the line.
Squirming and moaning through her gag Gianna was determined to get some attention. As she found out, she should have quit while she was ahead. Right away her ropes are tightened up before a leather hood is pulled over her gagged head. To ensure she is well distracted, a magic wand is put on a pole between her legs. Between the jeans and awkward position frustration builds quickly. Well distracted now I leave the vibe to buzz away. Maybe she cums, maybe she doesn't. Maybe she'll regret the extra attention, only time will tell.
Some prefer to see a pretty girl model her sexy outfit with poses, or maybe some dancing. For myself lots of rope, drool, and ballet shoes make the outfit really pop. Seated on a small table Amandas elbows are hooked around a T-pole and her wrists tied in front. More is added around her waist and legs ensuring they stay open. Struggling now, her ballgag goes in and soon finds the table is bolted to the floor. She's just a simple decoration waiting to be play with.
Everything started out so simple for Lexi. One knot and she could be free of the ropes, if only she could reach it. At first she could. She had planned her easy escape until her legs were frogtied. Now drooling through her ballgag, her wrists and elbows tied behind her head she knows the knot is close but frustratingly out of reach. It all seemed to easy at first and Lexi knows she's got to keep trying because it's going to be a long time before anybody even thinks about giving her a hand.
