Maddie woke with a start, confusion written over her face as blackness confronted her. Trying to move she realised she was wrapped in some kind of restrictive material that clung to her naked body and felt like a thousand little tongues lapping against her sensitive skin.
An attempt to cry out for help only resulted in a soft muffled moan, thanks to the ballgag that was pressed firmly between her lips; the ache of her jaw telling her it had been there for some time. If that wasnât bad enough, she felt a strange sensation of fullness from her holes down below, as twin objects stretched her tender holes tight.
Breathing heavilyâthe combination of her panic, confusion and the materials constant teasing making her writhe and moanâshe shifted her weight under the restrictive material and probed downwards with her fingers to find the source of her discomfort.
As if waiting for that, the vibrators in her holes began to thrum and vibrate slowly, adding another note of pleasure to the overwhelming sensations her situation had delivered to her so far. Howling around the gag, this cute little cat helplessly bucked and shuddered in her bondage as she was built to the very edge of orgasmâŠonly for it to stop just before she could release.
Panting in the darkness, nipples as hard as rocks, she lay there; the only sounds she could hear the soft squeaking of the material as she shifted within it as she tried to recover, wondering what was going to happen nextâŠthen the buzzing in her holes started again and she knew.
Outside the confines of the poor girlsâ bondage, Tasha smiled; using the control app on her phone to increase the intensity of the vibrators. Sheâd been complaining to the facilities department for some time that her salon was in desperate need of some better dĂ©cor to capture the eyes of the customers whilst she worked on them, but they had refused to release any of their precious budget, so she had decided to take matters into her own hands.
The girl was one of the newer members of the resort, so probably hadnât been assigned a job as yet, so could act as the Salonâs living art work for the time being. It would certainly provide a conversation piece, and after having chatted to the young girl at Club Cuffs a few hours before, Tasha was sure the girl wouldnât be complaining too much about her present situation. WellâŠshe might moan, but wasnât that the point?
Smiling to herself, the stylist left the edging and denial programme on automatic, and went out into the main salon area, locking the door behind her to get on with her day.
In the darkness, Maddie squeakedâŠ
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