You don't need a good reason to put a pretty, flexible girl like Briella into tight bondage. So I didn't give her one as I coiled duct tape around her arms and elbows. Her legs followed and finished with a cloth stuffing her mouth and sealed with layers of tape. Even her hands are taped into useless balls, thus dashing any hope of escape. Briella puts up one hell of a struggle, but is not match for the layers of tape around her. Holding up the nearly full roll of tape into her view she knew more was coming and a lot more skin to bind.
Even before she stripped her clothes off Johannie knew the terms of her chastity belt. Pleading eyes wouldn't help her here. It had been another week and she had another chance to try and get the key back. Only one little thing stood in her way, the roll of tape sitting next to her. She doesn't have to wait long before it's wrapped around her legs, wrists, and elbows leaving her helpless as always. Her frustration is clear as she a goes into a frenzy pulling and twisting at her bonds. The vinyl tape is not a forgiving foe however and contracts her limbs back together with ease. As her hour to escape comes closer to ending the first signs of resignation start to show on Johannie's face. She knows another week in the belt is in her future.
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.
After being locked in her chastity belt for 3 weeks Tara's attitude had increased by leaps and bounds. Suffering the embarrassment of it showing under clothes and other inconveniences, she was willing to do just about anything to get it off. With that in mind she is bolted to a pallet table to inspect the belt and ensure it's not tampered with. If she's tickled and teased a bit; I'm sure she won't mind. Not if she doesn't want to spend another week locked inside the chastity belt.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.
