Belle Davis & Elizabeth Andrews ; Struggling to escape in hogties
23 photos; 18:50 video
It was that time of the month again. I was really starting to hate these fire drill exercises. It didn't seem I was getting any better at getting out of them. This time I was paired up with one of my favorite secretaries, Belle Davis. She was quite flexible so I had hope in our ability to escape this time. Belle and I met the Boss in the warehouse after work. It was storming outside, so this was the perfect way to spend our time until the storm passed. Belle was wearing a red top and really short black skirt and I had on a peach dressy tank top and zebra printed pencil skirt.
Mr. Big Boss started by tying our arms behind our back. The Boss, Belle and I talked about our day until he decided it was time to gag us. He started with me. Mr. Big Boss shoved peach panties into my mouth and then wrapped micro foam tape tightly around my head. Belle giggled and enjoyed watching me get gagged by Mr. Big Boss until it was her turn. Mr. Big Boss gagged Belle with a pair of green panties and then gave her a matching microfoam tape gag. Once our gags were tightly secured, he moved us across the room and had us get on the ground. There he tied us both into hogties. When he was done, he looked at us and told us good luck and started the timer. Belle and I quickly rolled towards each other in our hogties.
Since my arms were tied behind my back first, the dexterity in my fingers weren't as good as Belle's. I was hoping that she would be able to untie my hogtie rope and elbow rope and I could finish everything else off. I wish we had talked about a plan before we had gotten tied up but Belle and I like to giggle and joke around with each, so it didn't come up. Belle tried her best to get the hogtie rope untied but the knot wasn't easily accessible. I pulled on her elbow rope and then tried to use my gagged face to push the ropes down her arms, as she tried to pull them tighter together. It didn't work.
We ended up spending most of the evening rolling around the warehouse floor, trying to come up with anything that would help us get out of our rope. We struggled, pulled, tried to use the heel of our high heels.. everything. Both of us were tired from struggling and pulling at our rope so much. We looked at each other, over top of our tight gags, and just groaned. We knew that if this was a real fire drill, we wouldn't have made it. Thought we might have tried a bit harder to actually get out of the bondage. I mean, really, who wants to be untied when you are enjoying yourself in a nice hogtie?
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