Cutting a few contractor bags into strips I bet Monica she couldn't get out of them. I wasn't sure who would win until I secured the find strap around her body. I think she could sense the outcome as well. As she pulled and struggled to get free nothing could move, at least not for long. What little give it did have would snap back like a rubberband, exhausting her more. Unlike rope knots, these are nearly impossible to undo once tied. It doesn't help her situation when they are triple knotted as well.
Genres: BDSM, Humiliation, Torture, Bondage, Spanking, Anal, Domination, Big Ass, Facial, Hardcore, All Sex
Video language: English
Sarah Shevon is the wholesome girl that you wish you lived next door to. Pretty, pale and tough as they come, she can take an epic dicking down that would leave most girls whimpering for mercy and running away
Amelia came prepared for a hard workout, but I doubt this is what she expected. She starts with her wrists and ankles bolted to the pallet table and left to simmer a bit. A trainer gag soon follows and by her expression it's obvious she's not happy with her situation. As she bounces around hoping to get free it's obvious she's in need of a few more restraints. A few chains around her waist and arms easily lock her down, free to torment.
When Paisleigh said she'd never been bound before, rope is always a good start. With plenty of natural flexibility her elbows fit tightly together. The helpless state it left her in was instantly apparent to her. When the ballgag was strapped in she knew we were well past fuzzy handcuffs. Paisleigh did her best to get free hoping the ropes would be like in movies; where after a little struggle they slide right off. After 10 minutes her hopes were dashed as not a single rope moved. Still, a good effort deserves a reward. Her first time with a magicwand will make it all well worth while.
If Stasha wasn't happy about being punished, she was really mad when I had to leave her to run a few errands. Her elbows and wrists tied together, I pulled the rope over the door as I left. Stasha's wasn't too uncomfortable before this, but now on her toes. Her predicament was now a balance between pressure on her strappado or crotch rope. Nothing remotely comfortable. Neighbors go about their not knowing the significance of a single rope hanging in view. A simple turn of the knob is all she needs to escape, but far beyond her reach.