They hang her from the ceiling, savagely plow her ass, do tons of ass to mouth, face fuck and gag her, punish her with slaps, caning, and paddling, make her eat their asses, and on and on.
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.
After a long day of tying Mesa up in a multitude of predicaments the place was a mess. Rope, zipties, cuffs, vibrators, you name it, they were strewn everywhere. It only seemed fitting that since Mesa was the reason for the mess, she should clean it up. Cuffed hand and foot, Mesa makes her way from room to room, cleaning up the mess from her bound adventures. The self-locking cage waits patiently for her return, to keep her safe until she's ready to play again tomorrow.
Tight. Long-term. Secure. Helpless. All adjectives Amanda would have preferred not to hear in connection with her predicament. Protesting immediately, she soon realized she couldn't refute any of them. No matter how she struggled the chair seemed to work against her, never allowing her the slightest leverage or chance to use her weight to pull something loose. Instead, her efforts only left her slowly rocking in place while the adjectives ran through her head. Amanda had will, determination, and plenty of her own gile but doubted if they would make any difference.
There are few things more sexy than a pretty girl trying to struggle and hardly able to move an inch. Stasha knew the feeling first hand as a dozen buckles froze her arms and legs tight to the chair's spindles. Her pantyhosed legs flexed and strained against the leather but it proved far too strong. Stasha only became more frustrated as she continued to soak her corset with drool. I'm quite certain that what had her so upset was the need for more belts; something I was happy to help with.
There was no question that Stasha was stuck, but she was far from her limit. Until it was too late she had no idea what the ominous pole between her legs was for. Stasha had assumed it was just to keep her body in place, and it was, but it was also something to connect her gag to. Using a cable tensioner her whole body is pulled tight as each limb is immobilized in its bound position. Try as she might, she can't get herself into a comfortable position now, let alone break free. Even more worrisome for Stasha is that she knows the tensioner can go a lot tighter.