Joy was destined to be hogtied but the question remained, how tight? As Joy struggles and anticipates what comes next she hears the sound of a motor. Soon after her legs are drawn back forcing her into a tighter hogtie. Struggling as hard as she can, Joy is no match for the device. At the flick of a switch her hogtie is tightened and loosened. Drool starts to pool under her gag adding to her helplessness. Now a new question arises, how long should we keep her like this?
Her partner had laid out some toys to play with when they came home. Sarah was given instructions to wait but couldn't help herself. No stranger to self bondage she figured she could play for a bit and nobody would know. Once she had gagged and cuffed herself Sarah proceeded to enjoy herself with a bit of struggling. Her mistake was putting on the ballet boots. One that she came to realize once she tried to get the key. Unable to stand in them and her hands locked to her waist, she could only stare at the key. Desperate, she tries everything but knows she'll be stuck until help arrives hours later.
Often the best predicaments are those where their deviousness is not apparent. When Sage's nipple piercings were tied to her thumbs, she was puzzled. While effective, it was certainly manageable. A magicwand is suspended in front of her, but without help, it won't offer much enjoyment. She was pulling her nipples to reach the wand and keep it working in the right place; her situation started to become apparent. To maintain the pressure required a constant pull on her now sore nipples. Adding to her frustration, her arms were beginning to tire but relaxing would only make matters worse. Torn between pleasure and pain, Sage opts for both. With loud moans through her gag, it's apparent she made the right choice.
The measure of a good hogtie is if she can't move away from her own drool. With Piper's arms, legs, and neck bolted into an iron hogtie mobility is non-existent. It doesn't take long before drool starts to pool under her face and realization dawns on her. Inevitably her neck tires as her head lowers. As it does, she can see her escape less than a meter away. A bell sits on the floor waiting to be rung to signal she's ready to be released. At the rate she's going it may take hours; her progress measured in millimeters.
After a few drinks, Bella started to question my ability to tie someone up. I allowed her slanderous comments to continue along with a few more drinks. When asked if she's be willing to make it into a bet, as I'd hoped, she was more than happy to. A few hours later she's tied tightly to a chair with every knot well out of reach. Unfortunately for Bella we never agreed on how much time she would get to escape. Maybe when the gag comes out in an hour we can discuss those details.
