Just a few minutes is all Jamie had to wait. I had promised her one of her favorite positions with the magic wand bound in just the right spot. I hadn't left her alone for 3 minutes but when I came back she had started the party without me. So with a quick change of plans Jamie soon found a different device bound to her pussy. The cold steel of the chastity belt cools her off quick as her cries of protest fall on deaf ears. There won't be any orgasms for Jamie today or maybe the week; I haven't decided yet. For now I'll just watch her work out her frustrations.
When someone looks as good as Hannah does in a catsuit you can't help but want to keep them in it. She starts with her legs frogtied, ballet boots locked on and belted tightly in place. I slide an armbinder up her arms and lace it tight leaving her totally helpless. Squirming on the floor Hannah tries her best to find a way out but it's not use. Knowing how flexible she is I can't help but add a few more belts around her chest and arms cinching everything extra tight. Hannah complains at first, but then again she's not in much of a position to do anything about it either.
Amanda stands alone in the basement with only the silence and four leather cuffs holding her limbs far apart. The spreader bar holding her wrists up is just high enough to keep her on her toes. Caught in a balance between pressure on her wrists or ache in her legs. Her grunting and moaning don't help her situation but Amanda can't help it. Her only saving grace is the catsuit and struggling is keeping her warm in the cold basement. At least under her captor returns and pulls the front zipper all the way down.
With her arms and legs bolted for the floor and pallet Jamie wasn't going anywhere. Just to give her that extra feeling of immobility I made sure to strap a trainer gag on her and chain the top to an anchor. Even with Jamie giving it all her strength not squeak came from the frame she was bolted to. To be sure a magic wand is secured in against her pussy put on low. With Jamie's range of motion measured in millimeters there is no getting away from the vibration. The effect is immediately obvious. Satisfied she's there for the long haul I kick it up to high I leave her to fight the onslaught of orgasms, losing count around five or six.
Hannah was a bit reluctant at first until I told her a surprise was involved. Decked out in a shiny red catsuit her arms are secured to a spreader bar above her head. Her legs are tied to a spreader bar below leaving her a bit uncomfortable in her 5" heels. A ballgag keeps her quiet while I leave her to ponder her surprise while she struggles. In her helpless state I take the opportunity to decorate her with a bit of white rope; making sure to frame her breasts nicely. Obviously anxious for her surprise I open the window blinds and tell her she'll be on display to the neighbors for the next hour. Panic and protests ensure and I start to get the impression this is not what she had in mind.
There's no question that Sarah loves rope and tighter the better. There is only one thing she enjoys more and a big reason she keeps her hair so long. As soon as I secured the last rope Sarah went right to struggling making sure there was no way out. Rolling and bouncing on the bed her freedom to move soon comes to a crashing halt when I tied her hair back to her ankles. Now Sarah's caught in a true predicament, pull her hair or continue to struggle. Gripping a tight hold her her bound hair I figured I'd let her have both as my finger dug into her very, very ticklish feet.
Liv was surprised at first with how loose the chains seemed. At least until the power drill tightened them hard into the floor. In moments her movement was reduced to mostly fingers and toes. Her arms, legs, chest, and even head secured tightly to the floor. A bit of nervousness spread showed from behind her harness gag when I started to mount the magic wand against her pussy. Unable to struggle away or even lift her head to see, Liv simply waited patiently for what was to come. With a flick of a switch there was only one thing she could do; grip hard onto the chains and enjoy the ride.
I could see that Jamie was regretting the terms of the bet already as she sits nervously in the chair. She could have the pick of any pair of shoes to keep, but has to stand for at least ten minutes in a pair of my choosing. To prevent any cheating her arms are bolted to a large wooden pole. With Jamie's mouth already gagged I lace up a new pair of ballet boots that go up to her knees forcing protests before I even hoist her to her feet. When the pole is finally raised and the timer started she's stuck between standing on her toes or hanging by her arms with both positions eliciting groans of discomfort. As the timer slowly ticks forward I remind her of the terms of our bet. That I can keep her there at least 10 minutes... but no upper limit was really ever agreed upon.
Twitching slightly in apprehension as the zipties cinched around her body, Mackenzie had no idea what was in store for her. From her shoes to her exposed breasts the zipties left her mummified on the floor. Ensuring no possible escape, more ties are anchored to the floor. Makenzie knew this wasn't it as she tried her best to find some weak point. When the clover clamps came out she really struggled, but with her breasts exposed they were quickly clamped. After snugging a magic wand tightly between her legs she was almost ready. A single string is tied to her nipple clamps to her toes forcing her to keep them bent back lest she pull on her clamps. As the vibe is turned to high, Mackenzie tries her best to fight off the pleasure running through her. Trying desperately to stave off the impending, toe curling orgasms in her near future.
Mina is wearing a super slick black catsuit, out comes a lambskin hood and she is bound in leather belts and hogtied on the coffee table. After a short struggle a hitachi is attached. Mina is in need of regular training such as this so she knows her place in the world. Her senses are a gift and can be taken away at any time.
Laci knew better than to resist. So when Star walked into the room she opened wide for the ballgag she was holding in her hand. Next came a heavy rubber bordello straitjacket which Laci accepted with excitement and a tinge of fear. Anything leaving her breasts exposed meant they were fair game for pleasure and pain. With her neck bolted to the wall there was little she could do to stop Star when she returned with nipple clamps, biting hard into her gag as each one compressed her poor nipples. By the time she was done Laci had covered her breasts with drool as she pleaded for some relief. Star grabbed hold of the nipple chain with one hand and put her other on Laci's pussy. Giving Laci a gentle tug and caress, she knew exactly what she really wanted.
Mina is wearing a black catsuit and is very strictly hogtied with blue rope. Just about all she can do is roll over and moan. After a while a hitachi is held in place and then she is tape gagged and hooded on camera while the hitachi does its work. Apologies, my tripod decided to break during this shoot so I had to revert to some hand held shots as panning was just not working for me. New tripod on the way, Yay!
Johannie had hoped her bondage might stop after the straitjacket went on. Her hopes soon dashes as she's covered in belts tightly securing her to the rocking chair she was sitting in. Every struggle frustratingly voided by the chair's movement. Drooling profusely through her gag she could only shake her head when she could see what came next. The rubber gas mask easily goes onto Johannie's head forcing her breathing through a small tube. Struggling harder than over now, I simply sit back and enjoy Newton's 3rd law in all its glory.
