An afternoon of endless orgasms would seem like a dream for most, but not for Bella. Tied into a spread eagle, her arms and legs are cinched together, making her completely immobile. Between her legs, a wand is bound tightly to her clit, with no way to avoid its power. She tries her best to struggle, but it’s no use, with a click she arches her back and races to her first orgasm. It doesn’t take long, and with her pussy already sensitive, she really starts to struggle heading towards her second. How many more can Bella take? That’s a question worth finding an answer to.
Everything has a price, and Willow's orgasms were no exception. She was going to have to work for them. To ensure there isn’t any cheating, she’s tied to poles with a wand hanging from the ceiling. In her bound position, all she can do is grind against the wand, which only seems to tease her more. Once it’s clear the predicament is driving her insane, she’s offered some help. That too comes at a price, but at this point, Willow will pay anything to get what she wants.
To many, strapped down and left utterly helpless would be terrifying, but not for Luna. For her, it is pure heaven. The pump gag is simply the cherry on top. Even after being told she’d be there for at least a few hours, it only excited her more. So, with her already excited, her gag is pumped up, filling her mouth, only leaving moans of pleasure behind. Luna’s fun really begins when the wand is turned on. She’s desperate to press against it harder, but the belts hold her back. Forced to slowly smolder to orgasm, she starts to question if agreeing to be kept like this for hours was wise.
As Sophia was bolted to the floor with pipe anchors, she complained there was no use struggling since there was no way to get out. While she is accurate in that she can’t escape, the need to struggle can be compelled in other ways. As it happens, a half dozen blocks of ice on strings can provide significant motivation to struggle if strategically placed. As Sophia fights to avoid the ice continually pressing against her skin, a vibrator kicks her struggles into high gear as she’s overwhelmed with sensation. As she continues to be bombarded, her original statement remains true. There is no escape.
Nothing gets Calisa more revved up than tight, inescapable bondage. Knowing her proclivity for escape, I opted for zip ties, knowing she wouldn’t have a chance. Despite her gagged protests, I knew she was really loving every minute. What she was really hoping for was some quality time with the magic wand, as it had been days since she’d had an orgasm. When the time was right, her wish was granted, and the wand was zip-tied in just the right spot. It’s only a matter of time, that is unless someone shuts off the power a little too soon.
