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...This, however, was one of those good moments that Anne reveled in! Anne, wearing only a pair of black thigh highs, was bound into a severe hogtie. Now, being hogtied like that was not new to her. It was a favorite position of theirs. What was different about this tie were the little "enhancements" Dorothy had added. One enhancement was the rough rope Dorothy had used. Another was the linking of all the ropes that encircled her body. Every loop that bound her was tied to the next loop until movement of any part of her body but her fingers and toes was not possible. Dorothy had then taken care of those moveable digits by tying her fingers together with twine and connecting her big toes to her ball gag strap. Anne was lying on, well more accurately; tied down to a heavy, low coffee table in her living room. The rope that linked her wrists and her ankles was attached to a vertical rope looped through a hook in the ceiling. This line pulled her hands and feet towards the ceiling, arching her back and lifting her thighs and shoulders off the table. It was so tight that the table was almost lifted free of the floor. A rope was looped several times around her eyes as a blindfold, tied off to the lifting rope, which caused her head to be lifted up and back...
...At one point she put this weird looking thing on the counter. It was made of a flexible gel, sort of conical shaped, and was called a butt plug. It started out narrow, but quickly widened before narrowing again at the base, which flared to a 'T' shape. I could tell it was made to be put in and left for a while. Who the hell thinks up this stuff? I wondered.
"Oh, look," Janet said happily at one point. I couldn't quite make out what they were looking at. They had taken something out of its packaging. Then she turned around and showed it to me. "Look, honey, nipple clamps," she told me, eagerness in her voice. There were two small alligator clamp things hooked together with a short chain. She opened and closed them a few times, then walked up to me, intent on applying them. I tried to back away, but I was cornered next to a shelf of massage oils. "Come on honey, I just want to try them out." The clerk came over and held my shoulders as Janet attached the clamps. They weren't pinching too bad, so I figured, another part of the joke. Then she started to turn the little thumbscrews on them to tighten them. I could only make muffled moaning noises through the gag. She tugged at the clamps and they stayed on, pulling my nipples out. "Now come along, don't be such a grump." I followed close behind her as she pulled me forward with the chain...
PARIS IN THE THE SPRING
...I dumped my towel on the floor and had a quick search through my suitcase for the items I needed - a ballgag, a blindfold and a couple of short lengths of rope. I climbed onto the bed and quickly tied my wrists together in a cinch knot, gripping the rope with my teeth to tighten it. Then, I quickly pulled the ballgag into my mouth, fastening it behind my head, and pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. I curled up into a ball and pushed my feet through the loop made by my arms, so that my wrists were bound together behind my knees. I felt around for the last piece of rope and used it to tie my ankles together tightly, looping the loose ends of rope around the rope around my wrists and tying them off at my ankles. Then it was simply a case of rolling onto my side, letting my knees stretch out towards the bottom of the bed and wriggling onto my tummy... and there I was, fully hogtied, gagged and blindfolded in no time at all!
I struggled a little, testing my bonds, shifting my position to get more comfortable, enjoying the sensation of my breasts crushed under me, moaning softly into my gag as I tried in vain to reach between my legs for some more stimulation... my nipples were hard already, and I could tell that I was drooling out of the gag as I moaned and writhed, bound naked on the bed...
...Julie could feel the block against her pussy and actually started to rub herself against it because of the teasing action of the rope on her thighs, the box gave her some relief as she ground against it. "Now, now Julie" Valerie mocked, "I’ll give you some real fun now" she smiled. Julie was moaning loudly now and Valerie was afraid of someone hearing so she now took some duct tape and taped her mouth once more but this time she also took a hood and pulled it over Julie’s head, the hood was made of silk and felt soft against Julie’s face adding an erotic feeling for her driving her even more into a world of senses which was now overwhelming her. Valerie now took a control box which was wired to the dildo and pushed on of the small buttons mounted on it. Julie felt the box between her legs come to life and moaned in what was now just total ecstasy. "This box has more than one trick up it’s sleeve" Valerie laughed as she turned a dial on it which controlled the intensity of the different pleasure options on the box. As she turned the dial the box clockwise Julie felt the vibration more intense and it also pressed itself tighter against her clit which really was turning Julie on now...
Payback, part 1
...It was a while later that I finally used the key and peeled the rubber hood off. Her upper torso was laced in a heavy leather corset combination that covered her from the neck to the top of the hip length ballet boots. Under the tight leather across her chest I had just taken the two pieces of cord already in use and knotted them several times around the base of her breasts. That had drawn a few whimpers from under the hood.
Jessica’s arms were firmly secured inside a leather single arm binder with the only bare skin at her crotch and, now, from the neck up.
She was on her back with each leg, encased in laced leather ballet boots, tied wide apart to posts that were nearly three feet tall. Very vulnerable!...
Payback, part 2
...Jessica was in my salon chair and I used pressure on the back of her neck to hold her head still as I forced the thick, stubby, rubber penis gag all the way in until the flange settled over her teeth and inside her cheeks. The gag was attached to an upright post that, in turn, had its base welded to a metal bar over her lap between the two armrests.
I hooked a strap in the D ring on the collar around her neck pulling it tight to the same upright. That kept the gag in but left the rest of her head, from the collar up, completely free and accessible yet immoveable...
..."Mmmmrrphhh," she moaned again as she stiffened against the cuffs. As I slowly rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb, it twitched in response to my touch. I gave it a firm pinch and then picked up the clamp and fastened it onto the awaiting nipple.
"Arrrmmmmfff," her body stiffened again in protest of the clamp.
With my forefinger I gently caressed the other nipple in a circular motion. It was already erect and waiting to be clamped. I picked up the other clamp and caressed her nipple with the cold metal. After a few moments, it too was flattened by the clamp.
"Mmmmpphhhhaaaa," was her reply as her body stiffened and twisted again and again. But the steel bonds held her secure in her hog-tied position. I knew how sensitive her breasts and nipples are. Suzanne is a woman who could orgasm just from having her breasts fondled. I released her arm and watched as she rolled onto her stomach and back to her side in an attempt to loosen the tit clamps, but they held firmly...
...Natalie walked around to the side of the cage and reached in and took hold of one of her wrists. She slowly closed one side of a rigid cuff around Kate's wrist. She then double-locked the cuff. She then took the cuffs, passed them around one of the bars of the cage, and locked it around her other wrist. "These are maximum security cuffs, with tumbler locks … I had better not lose the keys this time" Natalie joked.
With that she tucked the key into her knickers. "It should be safe there" she smiled. She then repeated the exercise by cuffing Kate's feet, again around one of the cage bars. Kate started to wriggle around to see if she could get out of the cuffs, her pert arse sliding on the mat as she did so. However she soon found that Natalie had locked then so tightly there was no movement at all.
"No bondage is complete without a gag," Natalie smiled as she reached into the cage to lock the red ball gag in her captive's mouth. Kate heard the click as the padlock snapped shut. Natalie held up the key. "Without this key, you'll not be saying another word," she smiled as she again tucked it into her knickers...
The Real Thing
...This ¼ inch rubber hood had a tiny sphincter of a hole at the top, designed for her ponytail. The mouth was a molded hole with a insert piece that surrounded the ring gag, holding it into place. It gave her featureless face a strange, open mouth expression. The rest of the hood had to be stretched a bit to fit, increasing the pressure on the inner hoods, but eventually I had it sealed in back. It also used a combination of a zipper and glued panel. The hood itself extended over her neck as well, then was covered by the outer suit. I added a healthy layer of rubber cement on the inside of the suit collar, ensuring a strong bond between hood and suit.
It had been 3 ½ hours since she had taken the knock out pill. I figured I had between half an hour and an hour. I quickly pulled on the custom ballet style boots on her feet. The rubber shoes were unique in that they had no heel. Sarah’s en pointe feet fit into the ends snuggly, then the firm rubber boot top fit over her calf, ending just below the knee. Again, rubber cement held it together, locking the boots onto her feet. Finally, I rolled her back over and pulled her arms behind her. I had seen her keep her arms bound behind her, with elbows touching, for as long as three hours on a shoot. She always boasted that she could stay bound like that for an indefinite length. I figured I’d start that way and give her a break now and then. Since she was buried behind two layers of rubber, there would be no way of me telling if her circulation was ok. But for now, I used rubber straps to wrench her arms together hard, including an added strap around her upper arms, pulling her shoulders back as far as they would go. As a final touch, I strapped her arms to her body, removing any ability to move them...
...Kate looked down at her knees and had an idea. She reached into her backpack and quietly pulled out her oversized handcuffs. Using the key to avoid making any noise, she then locked the cuffs around her thighs just above her knees. "What are you doing?" Nicole asked.
"Sssssh…" Kate replied.
Kate squeezed her legs closed and then took a padlock and locked two of the links in the chain connecting the cuffs so that the cuffs were locked closer together. She was pleased with her work feeling the pressure on her thighs both from the cuffs that were pulling her legs together and from Nicole's neck that was trying in vain to push her legs apart.
"You're chained in now," Kate purred. "You know those cuffs will never slide down over my knees...