To be honest I figured she could escape in just a few minutes. So that's what I told Madeline: that she was stuck until she escaped. Her legs were spread and locked to each end of the log and her arms belted in front. I let her struggle. I'm fairly certain she thought it would be an easy escape as well, and she was far from pleased with the turn of events. I suppose adding a hair tie and stealing away her last bit of movement wasn't nice, but nobody said it would be easy.
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.
Between her catsuit and makeshift chastity belt, Tiffany was, frankly, a horny mess. Her harness gag kept her protest to a low, mumbled roar. With the use of a single belt she was soon uncomfortably on her knees with her elbows pulled behind her, tethered around a handrail as if she was a decoration. Worse, with her elbows pulled behind her, any hope of her hands making the experience more pleasurable went out the window. More belts soon followed as she watched her world become more and more immobilized.
It's amazing how a simple pole changes the dynamic of a girl's performance. The sight of Amanda bound and gagged is hot on its own, but forced to struggle against a steel pole is the icing on the cake. Belts encircle her legs, arms, elbows, and neck, ensuring there's no escape. It doesn't take long for her legs to tire in her high heels and playful struggle turns to desperation to get free. Despite Amanda's best efforts, her pole dance continues as she continues to search for a comfortable position.
Johannie had hoped her bondage might stop after the straitjacket went on. Her hopes soon dashes as she's covered in belts tightly securing her to the rocking chair she was sitting in. Every struggle frustratingly voided by the chair's movement. Drooling profusely through her gag she could only shake her head when she could see what came next. The rubber gas mask easily goes onto Johannie's head forcing her breathing through a small tube. Struggling harder than over now, I simply sit back and enjoy Newton's 3rd law in all its glory.
