It's been a while since Mesa's been over so I wanted to treat her to a few of her favorite things; steel and orgasms. Wearing a purple catsuit Mesa sits in the middle of a pallet table with her wrists and legs cuffed to each corner. At first she doesn't think much of it but it doesn't take long to feel the building discomfort of her predicament. It doesn't take much to distract her when I unzip her crotch and close it around a magic wand set on high. The sound of metal on metal really echoing now Mesa's hands can't come close to reaching the vibrator for some relief.
A little tape goes a long way; a lot keeps Bella well under control. A few strips of tape around her legs and arms and she's completely helpless. More are wrapped around her hands keeping any prying fingers at bay. Her ensemble is topped off with a full harness gag keeping all protests to herself. So that Bella doesn't get bored in her bondage, a magic wand is secured in place with the zippers of her catsuit. It doesn't take long before her first orgasm builds up and in her current predicament; she won't be shutting it off for a very long time.
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.
With Amanda's arms, legs, and elbows cinched tight with rope escape was not the cards for her. Even with her constant struggle against the ropes it only seemed to get tighter. All hope was lost on her face when more rope is added around her chest, cinched to the sides, and holding her down firm. A trainer gag is strapped tight around her head next despite her protests. Before leaving her to struggle away her afternoon a final touch is added; a rope pulling her head harness back hard leaving her in a pleasing arch.
After seeing my collection of gear for the first time Autumn found a plethora of items she always wanted to try. To start she wanted to try on the ballet boots and latex straightjacket. With a little help she had them both on and pulled nice and tight. After adding my own adornment of a panel gag, it was time for Autumn to really try out her selections. Until now she hadn't stood in her boots yet until I lifted her up and connected her collar to a hanging chain. She's now left with only two options; hang by her collar or stand in her boots. Despite her struggles the straightjacket holds firm. While I suspect this is not what she had in mind, at least she can cross them off her list.
Autumn starts off with a bang as her first time in our gentle rigging hands. Skipping the soft and comfortable rope, chain covers her body from head to toe. A web of unyielding steel that quickly squashes any doubt of escape with every struggle. Desperate Autumn isn't willing to give up, struggling her heart out to escape. Her efforts repeatedly knock her off balance only to be saved by the chain tether on her harness gag. Each save driving the ball deep into her mouth. For a moment she pauses to regain her balance but the chain still holds strong and the cycle continues.
Feeling frisky in her catsuit Autumn asked if she could be tied up while eyeing the magic wand nearby. Knowing what she was hoping for I let her believe it while I zipped a TENS box inside her catsuit. Once the zipper goes up it's too late to back out. One she realizes things are not going as she planned she starts to have second thoughts. A good jolt from the TENS gets her back on track, however. Trying to avoid continued shocks she gags and cuffs herself and ends up in the cage. Begrudgingly she closed the door behind her knowing her fate was sealed.
Covered nearly head to toe in black Hannah couldn't help but enjoy her outfit. The vinyl tape accents circling her elbows, wrists, and legs were another matter. With panties sealed in her mouth under several layers of tape her displeasure of the situation was easily ignored. Undeterred, Hannah tries her best to find a weak point, anything that will gain her freedom. Every flex of her muscles only seemed to will the tape to constrict more. With her elbows already touching, she shuttered to think how much tighter it could get.
When a girl wants to play kitty cat there are a few rules most are not accustomed to. Brooklyn was too enamoured with her catsuit to care; too worried her ears were straight instead of the chains encircling her body. When the ballgag finally went in her playful mews took on a more serious tone. The little bit of stretching her armbinder allowed was immediately arrested by the chains locked around her arms. With no hope of breaking free, this pussy cat will have to find a way to please her owner for any release.
What seems like a good idea on paper seldom fleshes out in real life, but every once in a while you get lucky. With Serene's arms and elbows cinched together they are drawn into a high strappado which is anchored to a ring in her hair. Instantly everything becomes uncomfortable with any movement only making it worse. Despite her efforts to remain still her body struggles to find a better resting point. Each attempt pulling on her hair, arms, legs, and even her crotch rope. Maybe next time so won't be so eager to get out of her cage?
Hannah had more reason than usual to try to get herself free. The chains encircling her limbs had a different agenda however. Struggling hard, her fate lay below her. If Hannah can't manage to get free she'll be doing so inside of four walls of steel bars. Being crammed in a cage while hogtied with chain was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Try as she might, the chains won't budge. Looking past the straps of her harness gag she stares helplessly at the wall clock knowing her time is almost up.
Always the Domme, Briella pawed her latest captive with curiosity. What if she was captive for once? Better yet, what if she could do it on her own terms? Her plan for Bella would be to give her the key to the cage below her, giving her power over her release. At first Briella loved the rush her new confinement gave her. Her only method of escaping was to torment Bella through tickling and orgasm denial. To her surprise, however, Bella enjoyed her power and wasn't going to give it up in exchange for an orgasm. As the minutes of captivity passed, the game soon lost its appeal for Briella and she was starting to panic. Desperation soon took hold and Briella lunges for the release remote, knocking it from Bella's bound wrist. The remote well out of reach now, there's only one way out... at least for Bella.
Covered head to toe in PVC and leather, Merula is completely deprived of her senses. With her elbows forced to touch in her armbinder she has no hope of getting free. She still has to try, though, despite her labored breathing through two small nose holes. It's a vicious cycle. The desire to escape mingles with the desire to breathe.
