There are many ways to make a girl weak in the knees. For Makenzie it meant a pair of leg cuffs and a crotch rope connected to them keeping her knees bent. Unable to stand straight it's only a matter of time before something begins to tire. A girl in this situation has few options. Stand tall and dig her crotch rope in deep. Go slack and hang uncomfortably by her wrists. Makenzie seemed to prefer the third option. Stand with her knees bent and try to find a comfortable spot that will never come. She can't even control the seemingly endless drool coming from her latex ring gag onto her chin and breasts. All the while the burning in her thighs grows.

Watching Liv squirm around on the bed the motivation was simple; I just wanted to see her squirm. No reasons, punishments, or debts owed. Wearing a black latex dress, belts cinched her body, legs, elbows, and arms all tightly together. She knew escape near impossible so her struggles became a quest to find any comfortable position. Adding more and more belts didn't help her plight as she soon ends up hogtied, barely able to roll over. If she didn't look so damn sexy in her bonds one might find pity on her, but alas that's not in the cards for her today.