DESCRIPTION: Handcuffs, shackles, and chains ensure that her body is well-secured and spread open against the wall. Even her harness gag is secured, keeping her eyes locked forward. The magicwand works its magic quickly on Niki as she struggles hard against her bonds. It's not long before she succumbs to the first of many orgasms. After nearly a dozen leave her body limp and exhausted, the wand does not let up. Her time is far from over.
DESCRIPTION: 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.
DESCRIPTION: Aria wasn't familiar with the concept of predicament bondage at the start and won't ever forget it now. With a magicwand bound tight against her pussy she couldn't wait to begin. When her arms are cuffed to the headboard slats it's soon obvious that getting any purchase is already difficult. String is added to pull her nipples up high, as well as a collar. Soon her legs begin to quiver as Aria tries her best to keep the pressure off her nipples and collar. Then, the wand is switched on and the real fun begins.
DESCRIPTION: At first glance, Hannah was sure she could find a way out of her bondage. Unfortunately for her, the chain links are wrenched tight and her prying fingers have no hope of opening them. Hannah's options dwindle further when a large ballgag is strapped tight in her mouth. Frustrated, she throws herself backwards, realizing all too late the trouble she just caused for herself. The chains around her go taut in their new position while the bar behind her stops her from twisting or sitting back up. In fact, she care barely move at all and is cursing herself.
DESCRIPTION: Merula's expression said it all. When she was told I'd have her drooling for more, this was clearly not what she had in mind. She didn't have to like the situation, but she knew to keep her protests to a minimum. She could see the piles of chain nearby and realised that her situation could only get worse. Instead, Merula put her efforts towards trying to escape, the mitts on her hands keeping them tethered behind her with her fingers unable to help. In the end, all Merula managed to do was produce a large pool of drool under her gag. If she only knew how much bigger it would become before the night was over.
DESCRIPTION: A combination of zipties and netting crisscross over Briella's body, easily keeping her struggles to a minimum. Once suspended, all she can do is swing helplessly; a victim to Newton's third law. After adding several more zipties, a magicwand is pushed through the net. The strands pushing in just the right spot send her quickly to her first orgasm. Her only reprieve are the bouts of tickling she receives on her feet, legs, arms, and sides. Still, something tells me that Briella's in no rush to struggle free.
DESCRIPTION: Abby starts out wrapped in a tight little ball of plastic and strapped down to a pallet. She uses what little mobility she has to toss her weight around, only to be snapped back into place. The heavy rubber straps are relentless in mocking her efforts. It's when her exposed feet come under fire that Abby finds renewed vigor to try and get free. As her feet continue to be tickled she thrashes against the bonds, hoping for any purchase. Will Abby find a way out?
DESCRIPTION: It was one of her favorite short stories. Gmoras read it one last time before deciding to try the self-bondage the story girl had done. Not one to take a shortcut, she matched the story right now to the latex skirt can corset. The two and half inch red ball gag Gmoras buckled tightly stretched her jaw wide. One detail the story lacked was how much ice was used but knew it should last an hour. To be sure, Gmoras put nearly a dozen in her pantyhose connected to her clover clamps. Little did she know the cool room and amount of ice would keep her trapped for many multiples of her intended confinement. A detail she realizes long after the steel cuffs holding her wrists are locked by her own hand.
DESCRIPTION: Almost immediately after putting ropes on her Johannie wanted out. It had all been fun and games to her when she assumed she could just wiggle free whenever she liked. Once the last few knots were tied, however, reality snapped into place. Escape wasn't going to be so easy. The large ballgag pushed into her mouth did nothing to improve her mood. She was showering me with unintelligible insults, so there was only one thing to do. Picking her up, I brought her up to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. It was obvious Johannie just needed a little time to cool down. Shutting the door behind me, I was confident her attitude would vastly improve in a couple of hours.
DESCRIPTION: The truth was, I didn't have a good reason other than a selfish need to see her tightly bound. I started her out easy with the chains giving her some movement. Little by little that eroded away as the chains were tightened and more added. After 5 minutes, Sky was pleading for help with her eyes, her panel gag preventing any verbal appeals. Another chain was added instead. This one connected her head harness to a crotch chain. Now bound tighter than ever she developed a higher respect for the power of chain. Knowledge she'll remember if I ever let her free.
