When she read the challenge in her email, everything seemed simple enough. Cuff herself, drop the key, then pick it up with her toes. Once Stasha locked her chastity belt on, her ballgag with an eyebolt was next. Connected to a chain above her, it should be be stuck here until she could get the key. It also served the added benefit of preventing her from looking down. Sliding her handcuffs through the rear wire of her belt, she knew she was locked in. The key drop echoed in the room and she immediately used her feet to find it. Before accepting this challenge Stasha, had practiced - but without pantyhose. After a dozen attempts without a hint of success she knew she was screwed. If only she could see the key...
Merula was all too happy to revel in the warm hug of her straitjacket. She found the chastity belt interesting as well, until she learned the terms of her release. Unless she can escape the straitjacket, the belt is staying on for a week. Now seeing the jacket as a barrier to her future sexual release, her incentive to escape became quite clear. To no one's surprise, the heavy leather easily overpowers Merula's struggles, leaving her breathless. Drool eventually flows from her mouth as she tries to get herself free, or else it will be a long, long week.
You don't need a good reason to put a pretty, flexible girl like Briella into tight bondage. So I didn't give her one as I coiled duct tape around her arms and elbows. Her legs followed and finished with a cloth stuffing her mouth and sealed with layers of tape. Even her hands are taped into useless balls, thus dashing any hope of escape. Briella puts up one hell of a struggle, but is not match for the layers of tape around her. Holding up the nearly full roll of tape into her view she knew more was coming and a lot more skin to bind.
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.
Liv started out with a fighting chance; albeit not a good one. Her hands vetwrapped closed, wrists and legs each tethered to a corner of the room. Each knot feet away from her enfeebled hands. The chastity belt tightly contains her sex reminding her that not even that is in her control. The loose ropes are soon tightened one by one leaving her in a standing spreadeagle. As each minute ticks by her puppet master tightens or adds more rope to her well restrained body. Looking at the sizable pile of rope in front of her, Liz knows its only going to get tighter and tighter.
