After a long day of tying Rachel up I needed a break but couldn't just leave her unfettered. So with the help of a few belts she found herself secured to an uncomfortable box spring while I crafted up something new. As expected she started to get a bit vocal about her uncomfortable position which compelled me to strap a tight ballgag in her mouth. Watching her squirm and moan in her exposed position only served to distract me more from my task. She might be in there for a while after all.
Coming up with new ideas can be exhausting sometimes so when Amanda has some idea's of her own I was all ears. She had found a picture online and loved the asymmetrical nature of it as she described it to me. I start with her left arm using several loops of rope leaving it in a very secure reverse prayer. Next her right wrist is tied to her left ankle leaving totally immobile. As I pushed a ball gag in her mouth I could tell she wasn't expecting it. I just reminded her that all ideas are subject to creative input. That's fair right?
The interesting aspects of bondage often comes down to the little things. For Lexi this was never more true than when I strapped her in a straitjacket and panel gag and left her alone. At the start she was all smiles and giggles but it soon was obvious escaping wasn't going to be easy. Within the first couple minutes Lexi was desperately trying to hold back her drool with no success. As she continued her efforts she was able to loosen her arms a bit but the illusion faded quick as the straps held fast. Uncontrollable drooling and useless limbs, the final insult comes when a buzzing magic wand is tossed on the bed. Unable to control even the simplest body movements the vibe only taunts her; leaving her a bound frustrated mess.
With Paige decked out in lingerie and a corset things are already off to a good start. Elbows tied behind her back and wrists at her side mobility starts to fade fast. She struggles on the precarious workbench careful not to get too close to the edge. To her dismay though I'm far from done as her long hair is secured tightly to her elbow cinch. Finishing off with a neck rope in front she can barely move a muscle. A theory a nice round of tickling should help prove out.
With only a few simple chains (strategically) placed on her body Star was quite stuck. A point that she didn't quite want to accept. Methodically she tests every lock and chain hoping for some escape but none will give. As the minutes pass the reality begins to set in. With drool pouring from her panel gag and covering her chest Star is forced to ask herself the hard question. How can she hope to escape her chains if she can't even control her own drool?
