533 Natalie Minx and Serene Isley: Bar Bound
37 photos; 14:35 video
12-11-2018
I was working one night talking gossip with one of my customers before closing when we were interrupted. The man cleared his throat to get our attention and when we looked at him, we threw our hands in the air, not wanting to get hurt. He threw some rope on the bar and told me to come around to the other side and tie up Natalie.
The man has me tie her wrists and elbows behind our back while she pleads with him not to hurt us. He makes perverted comments to us about just taking the money, but taking in everything else with his eyes as he gets in close. I try to do a good job making sure the ropes are tight fearing that if I don't it will end badly for both of us. Once her arms are done, he has Natalie sit down on the bar stool and has me tie her ankles over her knee high black patent boots. As soon as I finish her ankles, he hands me a ball of cloth and some tape and tells me to stuff it in her mouth and gag her, wrapping the tape around her head to lock it in place. I don't really have a choice, so I do what he says, despite the look Natalie is giving me with he parted lips.
It's my turn now apparently. The man orders me to turn around and put my arms behind my back. He starts by forcing my elbows together and tying them in place, then doing the same to my wrists. He shoves material in my mouth as well and then winds tape around my head giving us matching gags. I'm lifted on top of the bar and he unzips my top exposing my breasts before telling me to lay, face down. Before he adds anymore rope to me, he unties Natalie's halter top letting it fall showing off her breasts as well.
The man moves behind the bar and ties my ankles together over my red high heel boots. Natalie begs to be let go behind the gag, bouncing on the chair, her breasts jiggling as she does. He uses another rope to tie my ankles to my elbows to ensure I can't get off the bar. When he goes to check the safe, I use a lot of effort and manage to spin around on the bar hoping to get closer to Natalie to see if we can reach any of the knots.
The man returns carrying a large bag from the safe and walks out the door, leaving us to be found by the next customer that happens to come in. We struggle against the ropes, panting, moaning, and grunting trying to escape. I stretch trying to reach her wrists but the knot is just out of reach. There's no way we are getting out of this alone.