Having never been tied up (properly) before it only seemed fitting to start her off right. With Vivian's natural flexibility it wasn't long before her wrists, arms, and elbows were bound tightly together. Her legs bound in a crossed position it was a lot more restrictive than she imagined. Struggling in a sitting position there was no give in the ropes. No escape without help. Hoping for something give Vivian lies on her back for leverage only to find she can't get up; like a turtle on her back.
Looking for some extra cash Stasha answered an ad for a fetish audition. Unsure what to expect and needing the money she didn't question when ropes were secured around her ankles. More soon followed around her elbows, forearms and wrists. By the time everything was connected to the steel ring she knew she was in trouble. Knowing she'd be in the ropes for a while Stasha immediately tried to find a way out. Her captor isn't quite done yet as a pair of panties are stuff in her mouth and held in with rope secured to the hogtie ring. She tries to protest but it's too late and she can't budge any of the ropes.
As the cold tile floor pressed hard against Monica's knees she tries to stay motionless as long as possible. It will be the 4th position she's tried in the past minute; nothing is remotely comfortable. If she didn't know better, she'd swear it was only getting worse. Her cinched elbows pushing her head forward causing her to drool profusely onto the floor below. Monica tries again, this time getting onto the balls of her feet trying her best to stay centered as she's helplessly tethered to the rope tied above. In her unpleasant position she can't even see the knots but is keenly aware they are well out of reach.
With Serene's proclivity to wiggle out of rope I decided to see how she'd fare against a little chain. Starting with her ballet boots I coiled the chains around her body locking them on tightly right up to her elbows. Grunts of protest barely escaped the pump gag in her mouth as Serene could her freedom dwindle one lock click at a time. After several minutes of struggle is was obvious to both of us she wasn't getting out of this one. To be sure two more chains were locked on. One pulling her head back and the other pulling her feet into a strict hogtie. Adding a few pumps to Serene's gag I left her to plot her escape.
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.
