Nyxon wakes up after a night of wild escapades to find her lover left her a surprise. Bound hand and foot to her bed there is only one way to escape, figure out the nail puzzle. It seems simple enough at first, but Nyxon's awkward position make it a special challenge! Will she ever figure it out or will she have to wait for hours until her lover returns?

Arms locked securely together behind her back. Ropes tightly coiled around her legs and ankles. A huge yellow beanbag gag keeping Leila's protests at a minimum. Yum, yum, yum! Little by little I can't help but make her predicament worse though. a chain here, a lock here. Before you know it Leila is hogtied with a chain around her neck tethered to the floor. When she starts to give up hope that she can't get out I toss out a ring of keys enticing her to worm her way across to the room. Funny thing about thumbcuffs though. They are hard enough to remove with the keyhole facing down. up is near impossible (sshhh don't tell her). Leila's going to be fumbling with those keys for a long time.

While out of town Lucy is sent some sexy lingerie from her boyfriend. Knowing he would love to see her in it and his love of bondage, a video would be perfect. As he's usually tied her up Lucy isn't quite sure what to do but decides to figure it out as she goes along. Everything is going to plan until she knocks the key off the bed. Locked in a hogtie she soon learns the hard lesson of needing a backup when trying self-bondage. It will be hours before her roommate is home, that is if she doesn't go out for drinks after work.

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.

Hogtied and gagged with plenty of tight ropes, Mesa was totally helpless. She does have a small hope for escape if she can manage to squirm a few feet. Normally this wouldn't be an issue if she were not surrounded by a copper frame connected to a ErosTek (TENS) box. After a few painful experiments get out of the cage Mesa quickly returns to the middle for safety. Or so she thinks. Mesa soon finds out I have more than one way to complete the circuit.

Laci was all smiles until the final ropes were secured in place. I think she had the delusion that she'd be able to get free. Wrists, ankles and elbows cinched and pulled tight she could barely squirm her body around. A freedom soon rectified with a few more ropes. Completely helpless and frantic in her semi-spreadeagle I saw only one way to calm her down. With a few more ropes a vibrator was tied right against her pussy. Her tight jeans gave her some insulation at first but that didn't last long. Moans of distress soon turned to pleasure as the vibe worked its magic as I grabbed a fistful of rope. I wasn't done with her yet.

After cutting a few contractor bags into strips, I bet Monica she couldn't get out of them. I wasn't sure who would win until I secured the find strap around her body. I think she could sense the outcome just then as well. As she pulled and struggled to get free, nothing could move, at least not for long. What little give it did have snapped back like a rubber band, exhausting her more. Unlike rope knots, these are nearly impossible to undo once they have been tied. It doesn't help her situation when they are triple knotted as well. Enjoy this extra large update which includes almost all the rigging, and a post-scene interview.

On any other day, enjoying the huge 2″ jawbreaker would have been a pleasure. Today, the solid sugarball is her release timer. Sky knew all too well how strong the vinyl tape was which circled her elbows, wrists, and legs, but she struggled anyway. Despite knowing how futile the effort was, it still seemed easier than finishing the jawbreaker. With surgery drool running down her chin and chest, she pled for release but none came. The only thing going for Sky was that she had plenty of energy to keep struggling.

There's no question that Sarah loves rope and tighter the better. There is only one thing she enjoys more and a big reason she keeps her hair so long. As soon as I secured the last rope Sarah went right to struggling making sure there was no way out. Rolling and bouncing on the bed her freedom to move soon comes to a crashing halt when I tied her hair back to her ankles. Now Sarah's caught in a true predicament, pull her hair or continue to struggle. Gripping a tight hold her her bound hair I figured I'd let her have both as my finger dug into her very, very ticklish feet.

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.

The faint buzzing from the other room was unmistakable and when I walked in my suspicions were confirmed. Instead of cleaning up the toys Violet was having her fun with the magicwand. Taking it away would be too easy. By the time I was done, Violet was wearing a steel chastity belt with her arms crossed in front of her inside leather opera mittens. Some rolled up panties and clear tape kept her protests at bay. Before leaving her to struggle on the bed I toss the keys to her freedom in front of her. With her arms and mouth rendered useless, she can only stare helplessly at them and struggle.

Merula didn't seem worried as I cinched her elbows together. I could see her fingers feeling for the knots. All but one is well out of her reach. Once everything is cinched tight, she tries for her escape immediately. In her hogtied position it's not easy to work the knots, but she tries her best. Eventually she gets it; her movement speeds up in anticipation of some new found freedom. None will come, as the rope was only a ruse. Defeated, this is not longer the simple escape she thought it would be. Panting through her gag, she tries to figure another way out, knowing she'll have plenty of time to try to do so before she's set free.

Wearing a sexy red catsuit Emily is ready for fun but not the kind I had in mind. With a roll of extra-wide vinyl tape in hand, I went to work securing her legs. Opting for a column bind over a frogtie would be more comfortable for the long haul. Her elbows and wrists were next, the tape crushing them both together. Emily's known for her mouth so a large gag is strapped tight to remind her to keep her opinions to herself. As plans go through, she still managed to complain plenty about her situation. As she was likely to keep complaining anyway and roll of tape in hand, I'd give her a good reason to.

It's a tricky thing to make bondage tight but sustainable. Tight bondage is exactly what Lola was craving when she walked through the door so naturally, I had to oblige. Positioning her on a padded horse her arms and legs are wrapped in belts leaving her secure but not tight enough. Her muzzle gag is connected above and the real fun can begin. It's obvious she's enjoying the restriction but there's more. Using a few more belts they pull her upper body forward while the rear prevents her from sliding forward. In a moment, inches of movement are cut to nothing.

The heavy leather straps of the straitjacket were doing their job all too well. Vivian twisted and turned to no avail. Even her feet dangled helplessly from the eyebolts of her small perch, unable to gain any leverage. As a final insult, the steel ring in her ballgag was padlocked to the pole in front of her. Any escape was beyond hopeless now leaving Vivian to drool uncontrollably onto her leather bound chest. At the rate she was going she was sure she'd flood the floor before long. The last thing she could see before her vision was taken by a blindfold was the keys to her freedom taunting her, only inches away.

A buckle here, a belt there and before Leila knew it moving even her fingers was a challenge. Being a very flexible girl there was no need to take it easy. Folding her arms into a reverse prayer, belts circled around her corseted body and cinched in place. More circled her wrists and arms ensuring everything stays extra tight. Most importantly, the buckles are well out of reach of prying fingers. Finishing up with a large ballgag and blindfold, every movement becomes a challenge. Watching Leila struggle and look so sexy trussed up and helpless, I'm not sure I can muster the willpower to let her go.