Knots out of reach. Elbows cinched behind her. Star's chance of escape? Zero. That doesn't stop her from trying. Her corset doesn't cover much, leaving her exposed as she struggles. Ballet boots ensure that she gains no purchase on the ground, but she does eventually manage to move a few inches. Unacceptable. A snaphook between her trainer gag and eyebolt in the wall puts a stop to that quickly enough. Star keeps trying, but it's obvious she has no more tricks up her sleeve.
Tight. Long-term. Secure. Helpless. All adjectives Amanda would have preferred not to hear in connection with her predicament. Protesting immediately, she soon realized she couldn't refute any of them. No matter how she struggled the chair seemed to work against her, never allowing her the slightest leverage or chance to use her weight to pull something loose. Instead, her efforts only left her slowly rocking in place while the adjectives ran through her head. Amanda had will, determination, and plenty of her own gile but doubted if they would make any difference.
Upon meeting Bailey, I soon discovered she'd never experienced either a forced orgasm or the magic wand. This was obviously a travesty that had to be corrected, but why not get a little science out of it as well? Strapped and vetwrapped to the chair she could only patiently watch as I set the timer to start the experiment. It didn't take long to confirm our previous findings - but that doesn't mean we stopped the tests. Already forced into multiple orgasms minutes into the testing while set to low, Bailey is really going to thrash with the second half on high!
All it takes is one ziptie to render someone helpless. So when Mesa starts out with over a dozen, there's no illusion any escape is going to be easy if at all. Every part of her is encircled with a ziptie and only goes downhill from there. She tries to make the best of it, hoping for a comfortable position. Relief comes soon enough, but not in the form of scissors like she hoped. Instead a vibrator is ziptied against her pussy and switched to high.
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.
