We're going to let London River out. We're not going to let her Go, but some fresh air and hard work in the yard never hurt anyone. Live shows are about doing something unexpected, and when we started broadcasting this one, even we weren't thinking about taking it outdoors.
With a ziptie keeping her mouth gagged and head securely to the post Naomi's vision was a bit limited. Still, her source of discomfort was clear as day in front of her as two weights swung from a chain. The other end tethered to her nipple clamps. Every struggle or comfort adjustment manages to pull on her aching nipples; a constant reminder of how helpless she is. Of course, the zipties keeping her immobile are not a bed of roses so staying still isn't an option. I'm sure that Naomi will figure something out eventually.
As she sits on the floor her arms are sadistically tied behind her back and it's obvious right from the start that she is already stressing hard, her tummy heaves as she gasps and whimpers past the rag in her mouth and you already have to feel sorry for this girl. Soon the gag is changed from the cloth to a huge ball gag and in incredible close ups you see the ball past her teeth and strapped cruelly tight,
When I started to tie Summer up I had big plans of using lots of rope to make her nearly immobile. As it turns out it only takes one carefully knotted rope. With her legs crossed and the soles of her feet cinched mobility drops to almost zero. Even rolling over becomes impossible. A fact that Summer soon realized in her first few minutes of struggling. Seeing the pile of rope waiting for her she knew if she was ever going to get free her chances were much better with only one. As it turns out, one is more than enough.
While strong confidence is usually a virtue too much can get you in trouble. Sure I might have baited her a bit by telling her she's have the key nearby for her escape but that just makes the game fun. To her credit her confidence didn't waver, even when the cuffs locked around her elbows. The thumbcuffs were a bit of a surprise and a device she didn't know existed until that moment. Once the final cuff connected her arms and feet, effectively hogtying her, I gave her the key to her escape. Knowing she won't be getting any help her confidence is gone. Unfortunately for Peach her woes are just beginning. Soon enough she'll figure out all the keyholes are facing the wrong way.
On the set of a no budget movie, an actor goes over the edge when the director tells him to become his character. That night, the of the movie Rhiannon Bray is confronted by the unbalanced thespian and to act out scenes from the film, all of which involve stringent onscreen tying!
412 has a high tolerance for pain and humiliation but that does not mean she can stand up to anything. She holds together pretty well, but when PD takes his cane to the soles of her feet she screams and cries like it is her first time taking a beating. She is wracked with sobs and her face is twisted into a grimace as she tries to maintain herself in the face of overwhelming agony. PD does a lot of sadistic shit to 412 but the hottest is probably when he stakes her to the ground in a muddy creek bed. She is vulnerable, cold and getting covered in the muck while she struggles futilely against the bondage. There is a sense of urgency once the water level begins to rise. P.D. has opened the pipes and now 412 is racing to free herself before her head goes under.
When Lucy sees new toys on her bed she can't help herself. She knows she should wait for her boyfriend to come over to play with them but what's the fun in that. Having got herself stuck before she keeps her self-bondage simple. After locking her new chastity belt her favorite ballgag is next followed by matching pink handcuffs. Right away Lucy's imagination goes wild with the possibility of being locked in the belt for days or weeks, frustrated out of her mind. She thinks of all the things she'll do to convince her boyfriend to let her free or at least orgasm. Her fantasy fades as she removed her handcuffs and gag. Her chastity belt is another matter. After trying all the keys twice the lock remains in place. While she assumed her boyfriend left the correct keys to the belt it's clear he has other plans.
Another day and another challenge, and Hannah is ready. Starting with the key, she slides it down the front of her pantyhose. She ties a tight crotchrope first, followed by rope around her thighs, knees, and ankles. After strapping a ballgag into her mouth, she starts the challenge by locking her hands behind her. Unknowingly, she finds she's much better at self-bondage than she would have guessed, as all the knots are well out of reach. After 10 minutes the worry begins to show, and she doesn't like the prospect of being stuck for a few hours until she was rescued. Right when Hannah's about to give up, a new idea hits her and she gives it a go. Will it lead to her escape? Only time will tell.
Counting the minutes as I wait for Rachel to arrive it occurs to me that this is a learning opportunity. As she walks through the door 9 minutes late she offers no apology, implying it's a trivial amount of time. Leading her upstairs a few chains short work of her freedom but Rachel was expecting bondage. What she didn't anticipate was the nipple clamps tethered to the ceiling above. The chain is short enough that she much arch her back to keep the pressure off; exhaustion setting in quickly. It's then I let her know that her release will come in 9 minutes. As it's such a trivial amount of time, this should be a piece of cake for her. If I didn't know better though, I'd say she was counting the seconds.