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.
London River is at long last ready to finish her long hard weekend away with her friends. She is so worn out and has been through so much by the time we return to her that she doesn't even have the mental energy to be afraid of what is coming next. All she can do is sit there on her knees, panting and trying to answer our questions until the handlers are ready for her. In this final hour of her vacation, London is completely taken apart by our handlers. She is shackled up on the floor and has needles stuck through her nipples and then electrified. While she is down there she is made to eat pussy as she moans through the pain. She is bent over and spanked, caned, punched, and beaten with a good old fashioned belt. Then she is laid out on a table and cling wrapped down to the table and given an enema. When they're done with her, London is an absolute mess. She can't stop crying. She needs a hug. It's next to impossible for her to get herself to calm down enough to answer the questions. She's been through a lot, so we give her a round of applause. Her live feed lasted longer than any other we have had on our site. What a trooper.
London River is very special to us here at Real Time Bondage, so she's got some extra time in her very special live feed. She's still got proof of the last few hours she's spent with us: imprints of rope wrapping around her tits and neck almost like it's still there. Today's torment is less likely to leave a physical imprint on London, but the mental mark is bound to last for years. She is strapped down to a plank with belts at her neck, waste, and calves so that she can't move. The plank is on a metal beam so that it rotates at about her hip. In front of her there is a huge tub of water, so that as her darling friends lift her feet up, London's face will be slowly dipped into it. O.T. watches as Matt Williams holds the one end and dunks the other, slowly at first, and then quickly over and over again. London Splutters and cries as she plunges head first into the water again and again until it feels as if her lungs are burning. It's more terrifying than painful but you couldn't tell that from the tears streaming from her eyes. Once it's gotten to be too much they let her off, give her a quick hug, and move on to the next item on the list.
She's lying on the floor, propped up by her hands. Her tits are clamped, rope pulling on them to keep the nipples tightly stretched. We take a cane and work her hands over, stinging fingers that are just not prepared for that kind of abuse.