For poor Sylvia it's not a simple matter trying to get free of her ropes. Her elbows are tied together into a strappado, a single rope holding them up. Not just any rope though - the same rope which is threaded between her legs, keeping constant pressure on her pussy. Forced onto her toes, Sylvia tries to find a balance between keeping pressure off her arms, her pussy, and her toes. She knows it's a losing battle but as her muscles tire, so does her patience, and she can't help but struggle, only making her situation worse.
Even before she stripped her clothes off Johannie knew the terms of her chastity belt. Pleading eyes wouldn't help her here. It had been another week and she had another chance to try and get the key back. Only one little thing stood in her way, the roll of tape sitting next to her. She doesn't have to wait long before it's wrapped around her legs, wrists, and elbows leaving her helpless as always. Her frustration is clear as she a goes into a frenzy pulling and twisting at her bonds. The vinyl tape is not a forgiving foe however and contracts her limbs back together with ease. As her hour to escape comes closer to ending the first signs of resignation start to show on Johannie's face. She knows another week in the belt is in her future.
Within a week of posting my ad online and a few emails later Autumn was at my door, eager to help. Feigning any prior experience with rope I awkwardly invited her to so I could practice. After 20 minutes Autumn was more than secure in her ropes and it was more than obvious that I needed no practice. Before Autumn could say anything a gag is pushed into her mouth and left to find a way out. Counting the minutes until our hour session is up she does her best to free herself to no avail. Even if she could reach a knot, they are cinched so tight she couldn't undo them. As the hour nears I drop several hundred dollars on the floor sending her into panic. I'll be needing her for a bit longer than an hour.
After spending a couple hours inside the cage Lexi was bored out of her mind. Pleading to do anything if she could be let out her request was granted. As her wrists, neck, chest, and legs are secured to the cage her wishes were technically granted. Attempting to voice profanities while only drooling on her shirt Lexi was not impressed with her situation. The small freedom inside the cage was far more desirable as no position seemed comfortable under the ropes. There's no doubt she'll make a mental note to keep her complaints to herself next time!
Initially the position didn't seem too demanding from Makenzie's viewpoint. In fact, it seemed like a cakewalk over having her elbows and wrists bound into a strict strappado. As I cinched her ropes one last time her arms and chest pull back, her nipples barely touching the carpet below now. The nature of her predicament was now painfully obvious. While the ropes kept her arms and legs in awkward positions Makenzie was now forced to hold her weight with her arms. Going slack for even a second put growing discomfort on her shoulders giving her no reprieve. Drooling profusely now, Makenzie could only think how nice a strappado would feel right now.
