One ziptie is a challenge, a few a predicament, and nearly twenty is immobilizing. Mummified on the couch Cali doesn't give up though, struggling with the hope something will give. Her hopes are soon dashed after I add zipties securing her boots and gag to the couch anchors though. Click by click they tighten and pull her straight as a board and far more immobile than she could imagined. Helpless and unable to move, I push a magic wand between her legs to keep her occupied in her predicament. Through her feeble struggles it's hard to tell if it will bring her over the edge. Only time will tell and I have all day to let her try.
Covered in latex, you don't know what kind of woman lies under. She's been captured and made to dress in latex, a posture collar, and even her face is covered by a mask. This slut is tied tightly, made to sit on the floor and learn what kind of position she's in. As her tits are bound tightly in breast bondage and the ball gag is tied around her throat, she soon realizes there's no escaping. With each breath she takes, she comes to face the facts that she belongs to him. There is no freewill. She is a bondage doll, a toy, a busty blonde slut.
Celeste is the new girl on the block, so we figured we would give her a serious fucking on the F.U.V in freezing cold weather and see how she managed. We didn't need to put the dildo in the freezer this time for extra effect.
With a bit of trepidation Bella walked through my door seeing walls of restraints, toys, and furniture filled with eyelets. She had come to get tied up and looking around there was no chance of that not happening. I decided to start her off easy, just some heavy chains, posture collar, and hinged handcuffs. Right away she's like a kid in a candy store and loving every minute. Stepping things up I undo the crotch zipper and zip in a Hitachi vibe. Bella's orgasms flood over her as much as her drool; her handcuffs keeping her hands well away from the off switch.
Shiny and bright red, the boots were irresistible to Merula. When she was told she'd have to stand in them for a while if she put them on, she quickly nodded in agreement. Why else would she put them on if not to stand on them? At least, that was her original thinking. Once she was handcuffed, gagged, and to stand in them without reprieve, that opinion soon changed. Merula could only curse herself for being seduced by how good she would look in the boots. She had no idea that within a minute she'd hate every fiber of their construction. Her only reprieve is to hang by her handcuffs, hoping mercy would come soon.