Chloe moaned into the rubbery orb held tightly between her teeth by the overly tight leather strap going around her head. About half of her chin-length golden blonde hair was trapped beneath the fastened ballgag, while the other half fluttered and shook about her head wildly as the frustrated co-ed struggled against her bindings.

“This is total bullshit.” Those were the last words Chloe had uttered before being silenced by the gag. And in her mind, those words were still totally valid.

Chloe and her friend Valerie had made a bet over an escape challenge. They’d take turns tying up the other, and whoever escaped faster won. The loser had to post a suggestive selfie or photo of the winner’s design to Instagram and leave it up for at least 24 hours. There were some limits: no nudity, basic things like that.

It had seemed like a fair if risky bet. Just risky enough to be exciting to the adventurous Chloe.

And it had seemed fair when Chloe had tied up Valerie with duct tape and a couple pieces of rope, a level of bindings that had taken 30 minutes for the cute brunette to escape.

It had seemed less fair when Valerie had pulled out the professional bondage gear hidden under her bed.

It had already been far longer than 30 minutes that Chloe had been raging against her over-the-top bondage she’d been trapped in. Far long enough for it to be clear that Valerie had won, and far long enough for Chloe to realize that Valerie had no intention of letting her out any time soon.

In addition to the gag between her teeth, Chloe had found her arms tightly cinched into a bright red leather armbinder. Not that Chloe knew what it was called. No matter how much the blonde struggled, she could not create any slack in the leather encasing her arms.

Her ankles had been trapped in what Valerie had been kind enough to identify as a spreader bar that kept her legs shoulder-width apart. A rope tied around the center of the bar then went up and connected directly to a ring on the front of the large posture collar around Chloe’s neck. The rope was short enough that Chloe was forced to remain bent forward lewdly, her tits and ass both on display by the pose. A second rope connected to the bottom of the arm binder and then went to tie off to a ring that Valerie had already had prepared on the ceiling, pulling Chloe’s limbs painfully upwards in a strappado.

Chloe tried to swear into her gag again, but all it did was make her drool more. She paled and then blushed when she saw Valerie pull out a fancy camera.

“Let’s go ahead and start the photoshoot so we have lots of options for your Insta post.” The brunette said with a mischievous smirk.