As Ariel toured the studio, admiring all the toys and gear, her eyes lit up when she spotted a straitjacket. I offered to let her try it out; she said it had been years since she'd been in one and loved how they felt. Making sure it was plenty tight, she was then gagged with some mild protest.
After she's tied into a hogtie, she really started to protest and made it clear she was ready to be released. Ariel knew better, though. Her release would have to be earned, and across the room lay her salvation. A simple bell that when rung would grant her freedom. Getting there would take some effort, but Ariel knew she had no choice if she wanted out of her bondage.
Knowing I was expecting an important call, Brat decided to silence my phone. When I discovered what she'd done, I was tempted not to take the bait. Instead, I gave her exactly what she wanted and more. Starting with a gag and blindfold, two things she hates most, they were followed by a hood and collar to keep them locked in place. An armbinder and belts completed her bondage, leaving her helpless on the floor.
After a bit of struggling, Brat learned there was a surprise for her in the room. Despite her limited mobility, she managed to find the wand mounted to a pole across the room. Positioned a bit too high, she had to stretch to reach it, making it difficult to climax. Brat was told she had five minutes to orgasm or she'd be spending the afternoon in the cage. Desperate, she pressed her pussy against the wand, her position making it impossible to keep it in the right spot.
Unable to decide whose turn it was to get tied up, Bella suggests a game to settle it. The rules are simple: both girls hogtie themselves and toss a key for each of them to opposite sides of the room. Once the handcuffs click into place, there's no escape for either of them until one of them can get to a key. It's a tug of war from the start, and they both know that whoever wins won't be letting the other free anytime soon.
As Bella and Piper pull, twist, and fight across the floor, exhaustion quickly sets in. Even their catsuits work against them, offering no leverage on the slick wood floor. If they're not careful, their competitive nature might land them in the worst situation of all. Stalemate.
I knew exactly what Kaecie was thinking as I tied her to the good girl chair. She was already preparing herself, doing everything she could to resist an orgasm. Just to spite me. But life is full of learning experiences, and this time, I came prepared. With the wand already running on high, I gave her a few moments to steel her body and mind. Once she was locked in, I explained the rules of today's game: she doesn't get free until she orgasms.
Even behind the pump gag, I could see the realization hit. We both knew the catch. Once Kaecie commits to denial, turning that train around is nearly impossible. She should have known that I wouldn't let her get away with being a brat forever. Then again, maybe this was her master plan all along.
Having been a fan for years, Unique was well aware of the forced orgasm experiment, and more than ready to try it for herself. So a few zip ties later, she was strapped to the bed with a wand firmly secured between her legs. At first, she kept her composure, managing to stay calm as the wand buzzed softly on its lowest setting. But like everyone who takes on the challenge, she knew the real test was yet to come.
The moment the wand was cranked to high, everything changed. The calm, in-control girl from seconds earlier fought her restraints, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. With ropes holding it tightly in place, it didn't care how much she squirmed. It was determined to pull an orgasm out of her, one way or another.
