The clock was ticking before her friends would be over for a night of fun. Having a few orgasms before hitting the clubs seemed like a good idea, especially with a little self-bondage mixed in. Laying her gear out on her bed she set to work with a frogtie and crotchrope. Her favorite latex ring gag was secured next along with her posture collar. With her magic wand suspended just above her mattress Liv moved into place and clicking her handcuffs shut. Pushing her hips up she can barely reach the vibrating pleasure emanating from the wand. As Liv fantasies that her friends find her like this as he reaches her first of many orgasms her body goes rigid. She doesn't realize that she forgot to put her release keys under her pillow and her friends might be having the party at her house after all.
I must admit that I enjoy seeing the contrast of silver chains across her purple catsuit. Cali's legs, arms, chest, and wrists unable to muster hardly any movement. Her posture collar ensures that not even her head has any range of motion. Her bondage is completed with a tight hood and blindfold leaving her in darkness and speechless. Cali squirms in anticipation, knowing more is to come. I don't keep her waiting long before setting her up with her favorite toy. With no way to stop the vibrator Cali clenches her fists and enjoys the ride.
Like a pretty decoration Viorica sat almost motionless in the middle of the room. With her legs locked behind her and arms to her side she could hardly move when she tried. Keeping her posture straight is a chain connecting her panel gag to the ceiling above. Between her legs is a magicwand and she knows what is to come; or thinks she does. Before switching it on Viorica's nipples are given a pair of clover clamps which are attached to the front of the table. As Viorica rides the waves of pleasure it doesn't take long before gets to be too much and she discovers her real predicament. To back away means to pull on her clamps; trapped in a vortex of pleasure and pain.
Lexi wouldn't be the first girl I've tied up that get's blinded by pink. They seem mesmerized by it without a care in the world. So she opened up wide for the pink ballgag and watched happily as I locked her wrists with pink handcuffs. The reality is pink doesn't make them any less effective; a fact realized by Lexi a bit too late. By the time I was done with her she was a drooling mess wondering why she made it so easy for me. Before I go I left her to her struggles though, I attached the keys to her bikini top. They taunt her as they jingle knowing she'll never reach them but she'll have plenty of pink to keep her company.
There's no torture like a slow torture as Rayna soon finds out. I could tell she was expecting an easy time with the few restraints I selected for her. Why not? It was only a simple chain hanging from the ceiling. Once I had her feet and handcuffs locked to the chain I pulled her posture collar ring low and locked it to the chain. By the look in Rayna's eyes I could see the realization of her predicament and how it was too late to turn back. Unable to stand up straight her back soon tires and tries to squat down only to find the collar is locked too high. I wonder how long I can keep her like this?
