The look always starts out the same. This isn't so bad, I'm going to pretend I'm stuck and wiggle free when he leaves the room. A pull here, a tug there and she a brief grimace of doubt flashes on her face. It may take a bit more effort than expected. It doesn't take Brooklyn long to escalate to a full exhausting struggle. All the while the vinyl tape coating her bare skin is slowly contracting; squeezing her ever tighter. Her breath shallows a bit as she tries to refocus her energy to stop the compression. All hope of escape is gone now and by the grin on his face it won't come any time soon.
Autumn was eager to accept the escape challenge. Surely she could break free from a few strips of plastic, right? Ballet boots on her feet, a panel gag in her mouth, and her fists taped tight, the odds were certainly against her. After a long time struggling, she managed to break free of, well, nothing at all. Effort still deserves a reward and with a few more zipties, a magic wand is soon buzzing between her legs. By the time her first orgasm hits, Autumn is left still and breathing hard. Her struggles have ceased. If she can't get free, she might as well enjoy it!
Wrapped tightly to a pole with heavy plastic wrap, Mesa's toes dangled a mere inch above the floor. Unable to gain any purchase on the floor, she was good and stuck. When I put the clover clamps on her tits she was ready for it. However, a bit more unexpected for her was when the nipple chain was pulled, causing her to swing on the post.
Responding to an online ad for a unique ballet show, Jamie was a bit sceptical at first. After getting to know the director a bit he asked that she try out some of the equipment she'd be wearing. Eagerly she put on the catsuit and ballet slippers. Not knowing what an armbinder was she agreed to try it out since it was part of the outfit, or so she was told. Little by little the director kept adding new restraints until it was too late. By the time she demanded to be let free he only smiled back at her in awe of her naivety. Struggling hard against the belts it was no use, Jamie was stuck in her hogtie until he wanted to free her.
In this great pony training stream our little creature finds herself tacked up and secured in the barn like a good girl! Greyhound has always had a fantasy of being a pony girl so this stream is right up her alley, tacked up in a pony harness, bit gag, elbow length gloves and a gorgeous pair of pony boots, our little creature prances around and winnies like a good little pony, with a sexy red mane and matching tail added to the mix this is one training stream you don't want to miss!
There was no doubt that Jamie was enjoying her new catsuit. Pitch black with cutouts in the right places. It looked especially good when her topless straitjacket was strapped on. Ropes are added to her legs to ensure she stays put with a gag to top it off. Bound high above a cement floor Jamie knew she had to be careful while struggling to get free. After some time passes it's obvious there's no escape, the perfect situation for a magic wand. Tied securely against her pussy there's no amount of wiggling, squirming, or struggles that can stop the torrent of orgasms.
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.
What could be better than one girl mummified in a secluded basement? Two of course! Jamie in tight black pallet wrap and Serene in an equally secure situation. Just to be sure neither worm away anywhere, both are bolted to the wall with metal straps. Frantically struggling it's obvious there's no possible escape but that doesn't stop them from trying. The dancing really begins when their sides and feet start to be tickled. The drool really starts to fly.
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.