Nude except for her pantyhose, Sylvia stands in the middle of the room, her arms frogtied beside her. With her legs pulled apart and a gag anchored above, her perfect breasts move with her attempts to struggle free. From head to toe, every inch of her is an invitation to touch and play. When she gets a little too feisty, a little tightening of her leg ropes pulls her whole predicament tighter. Sylvia will only need to be reminded once.
Steel cuffs encircle her wrists and ankles, but Niki knows this is just the beginning. Padlocks followed by chain leave her immobilized in a hogtie. Struggling, she knows her strength is no match for the metal, but she still has to try. Thumbcuffs are next, ratcheted tight around her thumbs and toes. More steel is added unnecessarily, at least from Niki's point of view. Any hope of escape is now long forgotten. As a final torment she's left chained from her collar to her ankles. Holding herself in an arch, the pressure on her neck is minimal, but she soon realizes that any attempt to relax is not an option.
When Paisleigh said she'd never been bound before, rope seemed a good start. With plenty of natural flexibility, her elbows fit tightly together. The helpless state it left her in was instantly apparent to her. When the ballgag was strapped in, she knew we were already well past fuzzy handcuffs. Paisleigh did her best to get free hoping the ropes would be like they are in the movies, where after a little struggle they slide right off. After 10 minutes her hopes were dashed as not a single rope had moved an inch. Still, a good effort deserves a reward. Her first time with a magicwand will make it all well worthwhile.
Merula was all too happy to revel in the warm hug of her straitjacket. She found the chastity belt interesting as well, until she learned the terms of her release. Unless she can escape the straitjacket, the belt is staying on for a week. Now seeing the jacket as a barrier to her future sexual release, her incentive to escape became quite clear. To no one's surprise, the heavy leather easily overpowers Merula's struggles, leaving her breathless. Drool eventually flows from her mouth as she tries to get herself free, or else it will be a long, long week.
Being locked in her cage wasn't enough; Constance needed to be immobilized. Rope pulls her legs open inside while her elbows are threaded outside the cage and tied together. A gag and neck rope leaves her barely able to squirm as I hold up her entertainment for the night. With the magic wand secured tight between her thighs her already immobile body can't get away from the immediate pleasure that washes over her. Her muscles strain as the fourth orgasm overtakes her, but she does her best to save her energy. Constance knows it's the beginning of a long night.
