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.
As punishment for being late Merula was told she would spend double the expected time in steel stocks. She, of course, shrugged this news off as a trivial inconvenience. With everything screwed securely in place the smirk fell from her face as she realized her predicament. Within a couple of minutes it was impossible to find a comfortable position. The steel either pulled on her wrists or bent her back uncomfortably. Rolling on her side only served to limit her ability to move at all. It wasn't long before Merula was looking up with pleading eyes. I'm sure her gagged speech was assuring me she had learned her lesson. Tapping my watch, I showed her the time. Only an hour left to go.
One by one Monica's chains are pulled tight. The strictness of her situation creeps up on her as the chains have no give. Just as she thinks things can't get tighter, another chain is added and then another. By the time her gag is chained to the pole above her it takes an effort of will to make the slightest attempts at escape. Even if she could, the chainlinks keeping her locked up are well out of reach. Still, Monica can't help but try, even if there's only a small chance that something will give.
Her bondage doesn't start out too difficult. Just a frogtie with her elbows and wrists secured. When the neck rope is added, though, Paisleigh has to pull herself high on her knees to keep the pressure off. She tries to struggle, but knows it won't help. There isn't much that can phase Paisleigh. Tight bondage, gags, predicaments; she can take them all on. Vibrators, however, leave her weak in the knees. She’s in a situation that leaves her with a simple choice: Succumb to endless orgasms, or keep her neck rope loose. If only she could reach the power switch.
With the staff turnover in the cleaning industry being so high, we soon found ourselves looking for another maid. Stasha is excited at first when she sees her outfit, but is a bit skeptical of the bondage requirement. Needing the job she decides to at least give it a try, allowing her arms and legs to be bound in belts. To her surprise it wasn't that difficult to sweep the floor with her bondage. Feeling confident, she agrees to continue and is gagged for her last test. Focused on the job at hand while trying not to fall over, Stasha tries to reach the final belts in the cage. She doesn't notice the door shutting in time, locking her in. She had already got the job, whether she wanted it or not.
Strapped tightly into her straightjacket, Tara tries her best to get free. The railing she's strapped to keeps her well in place along with the spreader bar between her legs. Even her gag is secured to the pole behind her, further limiting her movement. Undeterred, she does her best, to little avail. Her exposed breasts are soaked in drool for her efforts, gleaming on the shiny rubber. Maybe with enough time and drool she can squirm her way out. I'm willing to wait and see.