It was obvious something was on Sage's mind as she nervously paced around. Finally working up the courage, she asked if she could spend the next 24 hours in bondage, something that would really push her limits. Lucky for Sage, I had just the predicament to kick off her adventure.
The weight of the iron holding her wrists and neck secure was immediately noticeable as she struggled to hold up her arms. Spotting the nipple clamps in my hand, Sage let out a groan, knowing there was no escape. What she didn't expect was for them to be connected to the end of her pipe restraints. In an instant her nipples were on fire as she accidentally pulled on them. Quickly correcting her mistake, Sage forced her arms high, only to have them instantly fatigue. With only minutes into her predicament, she couldn't help but think she might not last the next 15 minutes, let alone 24 hours.
From the moment she walked through the door, Bella clearly had her own ideas about how the day would go. The theme was obvious: sexy outfits, orgasms, and maybe a little bondage if she was in the mood. Lucky for her, I had something in mind to snap her back into the submissive good girl I knew she could be. Stripped to just her thong, her hands, feet, and mouth are sealed tight with tape. Once inside the cage, custom nipple clamps are screwed on and threaded through a ten-pound weight. Even with her fingers free, there is no removing them without a wrench.
After simmering in the cage for a while, awkwardly trying to stay comfortable with weighted clamps, her attitude had noticeably shifted. When the door finally opens, she crawls out on all fours, doing her best to drag the weight along. Desperate for relief and eager to behave, her lesson is clearly sinking in. As a reward, she is offered a little time with the magic wand, and this time, she knows she's earned it.
Even though Sugar was given a choice on how difficult the challenge would be, I knew she'd pick the harder path. With trepidation, she locks her hands behind her back knowing there's no going back. Attached to the clover clamps on her nipples is a heavy chain. Her salvation lies a few feet away, but reaching that key will push her to her limits. Grunts from her muzzle gag are the only indication of her regret choosing the heavier chain. Little by little she manages to get a bit higher on each attempt. In order to reach the key she'll need to lift her anchor off the ground completely or lose and face the consequences.
After stepping away and leaving my lunch on the table I come back to find Piper had eaten most of it. Finding it amusing, she made no apology. She was well aware of what she was doing and the likely outcome. Lucky for her, I had a special predicament in mind and took her straight to the basement. Starting with a simple crotch rope, it's fed to her wrists and elbows. With her arms already wrapped around a suspended bar, she's stuck in that position. Worse, when the actuator connected to the bar is activated, her arms are pulled high, digging the crotch rope even deeper. Left on her toes and trying to ease the tension it's clear she already regrets her choices.
Bella had an opinion or disdain for everything today. "These ropes are too tight" "That gag is too big". While ignoring her was always an option, making it her decision is always sweeter. After securing her to a pole with belts and collar, a TENS is mounted in front of her. Voice activated, Bella needed little instruction on how to prevent shocks. While keeping her mouth shut was probably a strain for her, I saw no need to make things easy. Some may argue I was being nice by putting the magicwand on high between her legs. The nipple clamps on the other hand, we'll call that atonement for prior transgressions.
