Amelia had a lot of trepidation coming through the door. Everything in the room was new to her, with restraints and gear completely foreign to her. It would be a day of firsts, starting with a tightly laced corset. Coils of rope encircled her wrists securing them together behind her back. Several more wrap around her chest, arms, elbows, and shoulders keeping them in a tight box. Her legs soon followed and left in a frogtie. Completing her trek of firsts, a proper ballgag slides into her mouth while I tighten the numerous straps. I can't tell if she loves it or hates it; I just know she'll be there a while to decide on her own.
Struggling fiercely in her ropes, Autumn never thought she'd wish for traffic but she was today. Between her legs a magic wand is tied tightly in place, threatening to come to life at any moment. That moment would only come when the security camera sensed motion or more specifically, street traffic. Craning her neck to look for cars her wish would come true only for it to shut back off seconds later. Becoming more frustrated by each passing vehicle Autumn can't do anything but hope for more traffic to push her over. Who knows, maybe she'll get lucky?
Nothing like a little tight bondage to make a good first impression. At least that was Bailey's welcome after coming through the door. A few belts later and she is helpless on the floor with her breasts and feet conveniently exposed. Struggling and finding no way out nipple clamps are added and pinned to the floor while belts pull her into an arch. The nipple chains are as tight as a bow as I start to tickle her feet. No matter how much she thrashes the belts hold her easily, making sure to pull them a few notches tighter whenever possible.
Serene's predicament starts out like a bondage fairy tale. Not too tight and not too loose; the ropes are just right. On the surface it seemed like a good thing, but she knew it would mean she'd be spending at least a few hours in them. Her heavy panel gag strapped tightly ensured there would be no discussion on the matter. As Serene struggled another feature of her bondage became clear. No matter how she twisted, or pulled every knot was carefully tied out of reach. Every one frustratingly inches away but nothing she could do about it. Her only hope was to keep struggling and hope something came loose.
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.
