As Serene's body forced her to try once again to find a comfortable position she could only groan in frustration and exhaustion. Despite her situation, she couldn't help but be impressed by the torment she found herself in. While a strappado pulled her arms straight to the ceiling, a chain between her legs pulls her down. Stuck in the middle with no way to keep the strain off her wrists or trembling thighs. To make matters worse, strong clover clamps pull her nipples forward; punishing any attempt to find a comfortable position. As Serene's legs involuntarily jerk to find a better position another grunt escapes her gagged lips as the nipple clamps punish her once again. It's going to be a long night.
They say it's best to dress in layers, so the same must be true for bondage. A few belts could have done the job, but no sense in risking escape. So the belts layered on and meeting behind her back is a star. Laci's first instinct was to reach for the buckles but soon discovered they were well out of reach. Struggle and twist was her only option and gives it her all. The belts giving her a false sense of hope as they move with her body not giving her much to fight against. The redundancy of the belts ensure none slip or give any slack. Laci's there for the duration until somebody feels like undoing those belt buckles.
After a bit of snooping on her boyfriends laptop she discovers a cache of women helpless and tied up in one of the folders. Upset at first, Lexi decides to embrace his kinky side and calls her friend Serene over to help her plan a special surprise for him. Unbeknownst to Lexi, Serene is no stranger to ropes and has fantasized about having her friend tied by her hand many times. She plays innocent enough as she coils the rope around Lexi's body. When Lexi's completely helpless and looking to get free, Serene calls Lexi's boyfriend and tells him not to bother coming over. That the two of them have a late evening planned that might even last the weekend. Lexi can only moan through her gag and wonder what she's gotten herself into.
It was clear Ruthie wasn't happy with the awkward position she was bound in. So if she was going to complain, I would give her a reason to do so. A single rope is all it takes to go from awkward to very uncomfortable in a matter of seconds. Tight crotch ropes tend to have that effect. At least I'm kind enough to dangle the magic wand in just the right spot. Now it's a matter of choice. Succum to the vibrating pleasure and let her legs go weak or hold herself up to keep pressure off the crotchrope. I'm sure Ruthie will figure it out.
It all starts with the first belt. Innocent and unassuming as it cinches around her ankles. Then another is wrapped around her knees. One by one they encircle and trap her body tighter and tighter. The belts keep coming; a dozen, maybe more. All that's left is Savannah crushed into a ball, helpless on the floor. A ballgag is strapped in place before she's left to figure a way out. Unlike a hogtie where some movement is possible, she can't seem to move an inch on the floor. Literally. Any hope of loosening a belt is dashed by the leather mitts locked over her hands. Maybe if she's good a few orgasms might be in order. It's the last I can do before leaving her to struggle for the night.
