Ballgags are great when all you need to do is keep your subs mouth occupied. When silence is needed, layers are needed. Serene starts bound tight with her arms in an armbinder, legs frogtied, and hair tied tight to the ceiling. A large cloth is stuffed in her mouth first sealed in place with several coils of clear tape. Wide electrical tape follows after and she's reduced to low whimpers. Not done yet, a roll of vetwrap is put on top of it all crushing the cloth in her mouth tight. A leather harness is bucked securely to hold everything tight and of course, quiet.
What seems like a good idea on paper seldom fleshes out in real life, but every once in a while you get lucky. With Serene's arms and elbows cinched together they are drawn into a high strappado which is anchored to a ring in her hair. Instantly everything becomes uncomfortable with any movement only making it worse. Despite her efforts to remain still her body struggles to find a better resting point. Each attempt pulling on her hair, arms, legs, and even her crotch rope. Maybe next time so won't be so eager to get out of her cage?
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.
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.
Trying to negotiate while your arms are bound and your elbows are touching never goes well, as Merula found out. Her attempts were cut short with a large red ballgag in any case. Just to be sure she didn't go anywhere I pulled her arms up high into s strappado leaving her teetering in her high heels. As much as she hates her arms being ulled high, it was the only thing keeping her from toppling over. Merula was caught in a battle between trying to get free and losing her balance or staying still in order to save her arms. Quite a predicament indeed.