The incredible Cobie spread and chained to a cross! That’s what you want to see in your dungeon! Oh, and of course ultra high heels, a super tight corset shaping her body, and a bitgag to stop her from protesting. Cobie is the perfect wall decoration! She can struggle all she wants, but there is no way all these padlocks and heavy chains will give her any chance of escaping. She will be here until we say so.
In the secret vaults of the Viennese rubber academy, willing novices are trained to be the perfect rubber dolls for their masters. The ultimate rubber fantasy, finally being enacted with great detail and imagination. Some of the finest talent in the scene has teamed up to bring you heavy rubber bondage, breathing restriction, incredibly bizarre masks, doggie games, vaginal suction devices…All is genuine here, no pretense; one can almost smell the rubber!
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.
I must admit that I enjoy seeing the contrast of silver chains across her purple catsuit. Cali's legs, arms, chest, and wrists unable to muster hardly any movement. Her posture collar ensures that not even her head has any range of motion. Her bondage is completed with a tight hood and blindfold leaving her in darkness and speechless. Cali squirms in anticipation, knowing more is to come. I don't keep her waiting long before setting her up with her favorite toy. With no way to stop the vibrator Cali clenches her fists and enjoys the ride.
The plan was to take a few pictures in their shiny next latex outfits. I suggested little white rope for decoration and would be great for the pictures, or so I told Serene and Jamie. Lost in conversation with each other, they hardly paid attention as I cinched their elbows and wrists around a suspended pole. Finishing with a crotch rope connected to their wrists for good measure. The situation started to click when I tied their two center ankles together but they were well stuck by that point. The protests really kicked up when I strapped a 2" harness gag on Jamie and 3" monster gag on Serene. A couple final ropes pulled their free outer legs up into the air leaving them to balance between one foot and their cinched elbows. It certainly looked uncomfortable; but what do I know. I'm just there to take some pictures.
Hired to clean before a big party Sarah couldn't help but snoop around while she worked. Eventually she stumbles across a closet full of bondage gear and is enthralled. Completely forgetting about her job I find her examining and trying on the gear. No use as a maid, I decided to quench her curiosity with a little hands on training. Before long her elbows are cinched together and hoisted into a strappado connected to her hair. Unable to find a comfortable spot to rest Sarah squirms and protests behind her gag to no avail. When a vibe is pressed against her pussy all her discomfort fades away into a sea of pleasure. Something the party goers will be more than happy to keep going for the next several hours.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.
As a bead of sweat starts to form on her forehead after the 4th minute in Amanda started to regret accepting the bet. Having stood for long periods of time before in ballet boots a hundred bucks seemed like easy money for only 20 minutes. Each of her hands are bound and outstretched while her harness gag keeps her from bending her knees for any relief. As the 7th minute passes by Amanda wants to quit more than anything but knows she can't. It's not pride or the money she's concerned with, it's losing the bet. Losing would mean spending 20 minutes in any position of my choosing; including her current one. One way or another, she's to win her bet or be doomed to repeat it.