Lashed to a chair, stripped and spread wide, she squirms and strains against her bonds.
Her pussy has been worked over well, teased, denied and edged repeatedly.
A cloth and tape gag seals her mouth shut and metal nose hooks distort her face and pull it taught.
Horny and desperate to cum, she's willing to try anything for relief. She arches her back, straining her neck and thighs against the ropes.
In sheer frustration, she humps the dildo positioned between her thighs, trying in vain to bury it deeper into her cunt, in hopes it will be enough to flip her switch.
Even her thumbs are tied and she finds no amount of struggling will help.
It doesn't take long for her to learn to beg.

It was time for Maggie to reflect on some poor choices she had made. By the smile on her face, it was quite obvious her transgressions were no accident. With handcuffs and gear in one hand and Maggie's arm in the other, she was led to the basement. The gag went in first as usual, as well as her handcuffs. Leg cuffs were used to put each leg into a frogtie, far stricter than she had planned on. With the collar wrapped around her neck, she seemed somewhat relieved that was it. Maggie should have known better. With a short chain, her cuffed wrists were then pulled high on her back and locked to her collar. Thumbcuffs were added because – well, why not? Starting the clock on her punishment, I could see that she already wanted it over. While flexible, she could only hold her arms in that position for so long. After that they become dead weight, pulling on her collar. No doubt it was uncomfortable, but it's what she wanted after all.

While chatting with Lucy she mentioned that she'd fallen out of her stretching routine and was missing some of her flexibility. As with most things, a bit of bondage can usually help most problems. So after securing her arms in a box tie Lucy's legs are pulled apart and tied off to the corners of the bed. Left in an upright split she could already feel the burn in her muscles. After a while, she started to loosen up so it was time to kick it up a notch. Tying a rope from her chest harness to another corner pulls her just far enough forward to need her abs to keep her up. The alternative for her is to fall forward and really set her legs on fire. An unfortunate predicament for sure.

For a bondage newbie like Lexi getting bolted to the floor took some courage. So when she asked if she could have some moral support I happy to oblige. Lexi goes first with clamps around her legs, arms and neck followed by Amanda with the same treatment. With their hands bound in the middle both take to teasing and tickling each other and enjoying their predicament. While they are distracted I quickly secure two magic wands in place and letting them fly. The race begins with Lexi hitting her first of many orgasms in moments. With their hands caressing each other they can only lie there as the their orgasms consume them.

Only we the viewers are the winners in this game. There is no escape for Star or Laci with their arms tied tightly behind their back. Both are pulled into strappados, ankles tied to each other. Every movement, shift, or struggle pulls to the other. If one strappado rope is pulled down, the other goes higher. It certainly doesn't help when they are tickled over and over forcing an ebb and flow of pulling and tugging against each other.

Amanda's legs are forced wide apart by the back of the chair. Her waist and ankles tightly secured to the wooden frame. Gagged and drooling onto the floor, she knew there had to be more. Her position was too easy; too comfortable. There was also the unused metal ring bound to her hair that had yet to be used. Amanda's suspicions didn't last long before her wrists were hiked high and secured through the very ring she was so curious about. Now her world was a balance. Pressure on her arms or pressure on her hair. A choice she'd be struggling with for a while.

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.

Ropes encircles Jamie's legs first, cinching them into a tight frogtie. More follows around her upper arms, elbows, forearms, and of course her wrists. All cinched and knotted with little room to even wiggle. Concern started to show as another cinched her waist to the bannister, especially when her neck was secured as well. A ballgag strapped tight in her mouth Jamie tries her best to twist and thrash against her bonds. The bannister holds with ease as she tries. Glancing around the room for any hope of rescue Jamie only see's her captor with a pile of rope in their hand.

Trying to negotiate while your arms are bound and your elbows are touching never goes well, as Merula found out. Her attempts were cut short with a large red ballgag in any case. Just to be sure she didn't go anywhere I pulled her arms up high into s strappado leaving her teetering in her high heels. As much as she hates her arms being ulled high, it was the only thing keeping her from toppling over. Merula was caught in a battle between trying to get free and losing her balance or staying still in order to save her arms. Quite a predicament indeed.

I could tell from the start she was no stranger to ropes, but I played along anyway. As long as she pretended to have never been tied up before, I pretended to be a rope newbie. If she was hoping to escape easily from shoddy ropes, Briella was in for a surprise. Once her first leg was bound it was obvious this wasn't my first time. As her other leg and arms soon followed, we continued with our white lies. Her not wanting to admit she was hoping for an easy escape and me nodding agreement when she asked if I'd let out her soon. One thing is clear: Briella will think twice before telling any more white lies in future.

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.

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.

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.

I had plans to tie Madison into a (mostly) comfortable hogtie today. She couldn't keep her eyes off the red ballet boots and how they'd look great with her dress. Conceding to a new plan it didn't take long for her to have second thoughts. If she's going to insist on wearing the boots, I'm going to insist she stand in them. Just to make it interesting, Madison is gagged with an eyebolt gag that connects above her. Trapped in her predicament she might regret not sticking with the plan but she was right about the boots looking great with her dress.

It doesn't take much to have Bella screaming in orgasmic bliss; especially when a magic wand is involved. Add in some strict bondage and she never had a chance. Chained tightly to the floor, Bella tries her best to struggle free, but it's no use. Even her fingers are threaded through eyebolts for extra security. When the wand is secured it only gently rests on her pussy. Still, the effect is profound as she goes into overload. The combination of everything is too much. So, when she's given the chance to have more orgasms or to spend the next hour or so bolted the floor, she didn't even need to think about it. Now. granting her wish, well, that we'll have to see.

After printing this fiddle it was time to put it to the test. Unfortunately for Amy I had mistakenly printed it far more dense than needed. Escape simply wasn't an option, but she didn't need to know that. With her arms running under her legs into the fiddle, what little leverage she had was completely evaporated now. Her only chance for escape is to earn access to the key.