Watching how sexy Abby was squirming in her ropes it would be a wonder if she was ever let free. She was quite convinced that she could get free and gave it her all. Not surprisingly, however, the rope held just fine. Still, a solid effort should be rewarded and for Abby that meant a little time with a magic wand. Slowly she built up to a massive climax; the ropes still taught from pulling. Moments before orgasm the vibe is turned off, leaving Abby angry and very unsatisfied. She'll have to figure a way out of the ropes if she really wants that coveted orgasm.
Wrapped tightly to a pole with heavy plastic wrap, Mesa's toes dangled a mere inch above the floor. Unable to gain any purchase on the floor, she was good and stuck. When I put the clover clamps on her tits she was ready for it. However, a bit more unexpected for her was when the nipple chain was pulled, causing her to swing on the post.
Autumn was eager to accept the escape challenge. Surely she could break free from a few strips of plastic, right? Ballet boots on her feet, a panel gag in her mouth, and her fists taped tight, the odds were certainly against her. After a long time struggling, she managed to break free of, well, nothing at all. Effort still deserves a reward and with a few more zipties, a magic wand is soon buzzing between her legs. By the time her first orgasm hits, Autumn is left still and breathing hard. Her struggles have ceased. If she can't get free, she might as well enjoy it!
Between her catsuit and makeshift chastity belt, Tiffany was, frankly, a horny mess. Her harness gag kept her protest to a low, mumbled roar. With the use of a single belt she was soon uncomfortably on her knees with her elbows pulled behind her, tethered around a handrail as if she was a decoration. Worse, with her elbows pulled behind her, any hope of her hands making the experience more pleasurable went out the window. More belts soon followed as she watched her world become more and more immobilized.
From the moment I cuffed Johannie's wrists, she wasn't happy about it. By the time I finished adding some chains, she really wasn't pleased. A ballgag helps, but sometimes pretty girls just need some time alone to adjust to their situation. Luckily for her, my cage has plenty of space for her to vent her frustrations while not wandering too far. Cuffed and chained hand and foot, the cage's calming effects didn't take long. Despite her efforts even just to escape her bonds, let alone the cage Johannie was just where I left her some time later. Only now, she was far more docile.
Before the final zipties were pulled tight, the look in Madeline's eyes expressed that she wanted out. Until this moment, any bondage she'd been in had allowed her at least some movement. Now, from her ballet boots to her head her whole body was rigid. Scary as it was, Madeline was determined to soldier on. It didn't help her situation at all when more zipties were added over her eyes and around her neck. The magic wand made short work of any remaining anxiety she felt about her strict position.
To struggle or not to struggle - that's the dilemma Abby now finds herself faced with. Every moment she tries to get free, the vinyl tape only tightens its grip more, seemingly compressing every inch of her body like the strictest of corsets. Call it a habit or just a simple need to be free, but Abby just can't help herself. Tighter and tighter the tape hugs her body, only fuelling her need to escape. If it wasn't for the tape keeping her mouth firmly shut she'd protest more, but even if she could, the instructions are clear. Do Not Remove.
It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
Release Year: 2016
Genres: Bondage, Bdsm
Video language: English
the rules and some of the staff... Things get heated quickly and no lashes are held back! You'll love to watch her beg and moan when she sustains the strictest punishments always followed by erotic rewards.
Constance starts wrapped in plastic with a neck tie holding her up. Already unable to move much, she can only watch as the black vinyl is slowly put on her body. Soon, it's winding around her body and covering her breasts, arms, hips, and legs. All that's left is her feet which are quickly encased in more layers. Even with her body completely compressed in tape there is a surefire way to get a girl to squirm. With a magicwand secured in place it doesn't take much to drive her to orgasm. It's amazing how much movement you can get from a girl with just a few orgasms.
Trying to negotiate while your arms are bound and your elbows are touching never goes well, as Merula found out. Her attempts were cut short with a large red ballgag in any case. Just to be sure she didn't go anywhere I pulled her arms up high into s strappado leaving her teetering in her high heels. As much as she hates her arms being ulled high, it was the only thing keeping her from toppling over. Merula was caught in a battle between trying to get free and losing her balance or staying still in order to save her arms. Quite a predicament indeed.
Hannah's challenge seemed simple enough. Some handcuffs, a gag, a blindfold, and a magicwand on a timer. To get free she only needed to figure out 3 little digits on the combination lock holding her key. With her handcuffs tightly locked in place, Hannah started working on the lock, feeling her release key dance on her fingertips. Just when she gets a good rhythm going the magicwand kicks on high, drawing her attention to the pleasure between her legs. Seconds pass and the random timer turns it back off leaving her frustrated and having to start over. This pattern repeats itself endlessly as the timer torments her pussy without an ounce of sympathy.
Niki vs. The Steel HogtieNiki vs. The Steel Hogtie
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.
The large pile of zipties nearby leave no mystery as to what is going to happen. Secured behind her, Hannah's arms slowly yield to the zipties' constraint. Her wrists first, followed by her elbows, soon touch together, but there are many more bonds to come. Soon, nearly a dozen circle her body ensuring no chance of accidental escape. After a while of struggling it's obvious the extra ties were overkill, but one can never be too sure. I'm sure deep down that Hannah wouldn't want it to be too easy to get free, anyway. Where would be the fun in that?
If she were tied up, she might at least have a chance to wiggle the ropes free. Instead, she is bolted down to a wood table which makes her feel like a doll waiting to be unwrapped and played played with. The metal holding her was just too unforgiving no matter how hard Hannah tried. If that were not bad enough, the provocative position she was bound in was the icing on the cake. Between her legs,only a simple zipper was keeping someone from having their fun.
Her challenge seemed strange, but also easy enough. Aria couldn't figure how how running some rope through a few rings would hold her down. Since part of the challenge was to tie a magicwand in place and have a few orgasms, there was no need to ask twice. After securing her legs, gag, and even her neck rope it was time for the moment of truth. Running the rope through the rings, Aria pulled and pulled. Initially the rope came free without difficulty, so she pulled harder. Once under tension, though, the story changed. With the vibrator buzzing away, one thing was certain. Aria was in for far more than the orgasms she had looked forward to.
After seeing an ad online for a maid position paying triple the normal rate, Monica knew there had to be a catch, but the money was too good to ignore. During her interview it was quickly explained that her role was to be a bondage maid. Nothing ventured, nothing gained was her attitude, and she figured if she couldn't take it she could just quit. Doing her best to clean while wearing an armbinder with her legs tied together, Monica is soon told she's got the job. To her immediate dismay she's also told that her eight hour shift starts immediately, leaving her to clean the rest of the house in her bondage. Her gagged protests for release fall on deaf ears.
As Tara soon finds out, zipties are unforgiving little devils. Coiled around her body like snakes, their constriction never wanes. Her latex ring gag is in place just in case the strap comes a little loose. Even when scissors are given to her, they only serve to torment her. Her predicament so tight that using them is near impossible. Given her proclivity for tight elbow bondage, it's quite possible that escape is the last thing on her mind.
