As each rubber band is applied, Rachel already knows she won't be breaking free. With one or two, she might have had a chance, but with dozens layered around her elbows and legs, there's no hope. Still, she has to try. Grunting and moaning into her gag, she thrashes in place, muscles straining with every desperate tug. The bands flex but never give, pulling her limbs back position again and again. Even with all her strength, she can't manage to dislodge a single one. Sweat beads on her skin, breath growing ragged, and within minutes she's left out of energy.
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.
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.
belts, ice, lingerie, restraint-bed, stockings, strict, tickling, water
#2147 2025-05-23 71 photos, 16 min video
Ariel had only seen the lighter, more glamorous side of my bondage work. So when she reached out for her first visit, she had a very different experience in mind. What she got instead was strapped tightly to the restraint bed, unable to move an inch. Unexpected, sure, but a pleasant surprise in her mind. Maybe this wouldn't be boring after all.
Just as she began to settle into her restraints, the real torment started. An onslaught of tickling, ice, and water hit her all at once, forcing every muscle in her body to tense. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but endure and try to catch her breath. Even in the brief moments of reprieve, a block of ice stayed pressed against her pussy while another slowly dripped onto her face from above. Mascara running, body cold and soaked, a dreadful thought crept in. If this was only the first fifteen minutes, what would the next two days bring?
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.
