Jane had a mission when she showed up. After waiting patiently to turn 18 she knew exactly what she wanted from her visit. A tight hogtie was at the top of her list but in true Bondage Junkies fashion, I had to make it interesting. With the smile only leaving her face when the muzzle gag was strapped on, I could tell she was loving every rope securing her. With a final rope tying her toes to her head harness a bell is put across the room. Given how challenging it will be to move even an inch in her ropes, she will need to be very determined to get free any time soon. Then again, that may have been her plan all along.
Standing tall in her catsuit and heels Naomi has no idea that's a position she'll be holding for a long while. Starting her off with a muzzle gag the top ring is cinched to the suspension ring above her keeping her in place. Nearly a dozen belts soon follow; crisscrossing her body and further restricting her. Several of the belts make their way around her elbows and arms removing any hope of an easy escape. Then again, that is the idea after all.
Sitting in my living room Naomi asked if she could be hogtied. Of course with me there's no such thing as a simple hogtie. Once she is bound in rope the real fun begins. Since no hogtie is complete without an arch why not use a little gravity to our advantage? A 50 pound weight is suspended above her and attached to her chest harness. Every squirm only pulls her tighter and in no time she can barely move. It's hard to tell from her gag moans but I think she likes it. Probably best not to let her out too soon and ruin her fun.
Yep! Paige is another one of those ladies that is so photogenic, you just set the camera to auto, chuck it up in the air and it comes down with a shitload of perfect pics. Petra, as the assistant in this gig, proves that even out of bondage she's Paige's equal on that score. But this time Paige is the subject, and she is trying out the bitch bender.
A quick call to a bent cop confirms Miss Celia Minton's got a record longer than a bullwhip and is facing life in prison as a 3-strike offender. Lady Serena, anxious to achieve the month's quota for new slave girls, jumps at the chance to add another beauty to Gord's ever-growing stable of women. Unfortunately for the Gords, Celia ends up having a bit more fortitude than one might expect...leading to a world of trouble at the House of Gord!
There are many ways to describe Rachel's predicament but sucks encompasses it quite well. Chained from her neck to the floor and chained to the ceiling by her muzzle harness and already she's in trouble. Further securing her legs to the floor and arms behind her back she has the look of a slave at attention. What appears as first as attempts to find a comfortable position are her attempts to get free. With every chain pulling her in a different direction nothing is comfortable and everything aches.
Raven likes to believe she can escape anything. A quarter inch of steel locked around her wrists and ankles won't be breaking apart anytime soon. She smiles at first as she tests the strength of the bar. Realizing there's no easy escape the smile fades only to be replaced with a ballgag. Beads of sweat form on her brow threatening to add to the pool of drool under her gag. She realizes all too late that her arrogance that everything is escapable has bit her in the ass this time. In desperation, Raven keeps glancing my way looking for sympathy but knows she's in it until the end.
There is something extremely sexy with vinyl on vinyl bondage. When done right just a little bit of tape goes a long way to leave a girl completely helpless. With just a couple bands around her wrists and elbows she has no use of her arms. Another band around her mouth leaves her speechless. A couple more around her legs and she's trapped on the high platform. Last, a few wraps around her fingers just to be 100% certain she has no hope of escaping.
After getting sucked into the Locktober type Sarah decided she wanted to take the plunge this year. Three days in and she's blowing up my phone looking for the keys. I figured if she really wanted the keys she'd be willing to work for them. Given a chance at the keys Sarah didn't hesitate to agree. Once she was secured into a latex straitjacket with nipple clamps her tune changed a bit. Like magic, the keys to her belt were no longer the most important thing on her mind.
As per the norm around here when a newbie wants to know more about the fabled magic wand, I'm happy to let them experiment. Brittany starts off in a catsuit with a handy crotch zipper for keeping the wand pressed hard against her. Once the zippers close around the head there's no escaping it. A multitude of belts strap her down tight to the chair while a large red ballgag keeps her quiet. When the vibe goes to work it looks at first that maybe I and misjudged its power over women. By the third interval however, the story starts to change and her resilience starts to fade.