When I sent her the text message, I assumed she would wait until I was home before checking out what I had been working on. I should have known better. She went racing over, her curiosity overwhelming any sense of caution. My follow-up calls and messages warning her that it was untested and still needed calibration went unanswered. It would be hours before I could find out how it went.
Twenty minutes after receiving the message, Bella arrived and let herself into the house. Knowing the basement was where I did most of my tinkering, she headed right there. Nothing seemed out of place at first, until she noticed all the wires running to and under the restraint bed. Seeing the magic wand mounted and wired up was all the convincing she needed to start strapping herself in.
Once all the belts and the gag were tight, Bella slid her free wrist into the last belt loop and pretended she was stuck. After a few tugs on the loose belt, the AI activated. An actuator pulled the belt tight, pinning Bella to the bed. With no settings entered, it reverted to the defaults: a one hour minimum, with 10 minutes added per orgasm. There was no warm-up. The magic wand kicked on at full power. Within eight minutes, Bella had already had three orgasms, adding 30 minutes to her time.
When it comes to keeping Camila happy, it doesn't take much. Just put her in a hogtie and let her struggle. Even with her hair tied to her toes, she doesn't mind. The tighter the better. Though not necessary, a magic wand is always the cherry on top. Squirming and writhing in her bonds while the vibrator does its job, she quickly builds toward her first orgasm. Once it hits and the sensation becomes too much, she tries to pull away. Trapped on top of the cage, she has nowhere to go.
Walking through the door, Ali couldn't decide what she wanted to try first. Eventually settling on a straitjacket, she was all smiles as it was strapped tightly around her. Like so many newcomers, she was confident she could get free and seemed almost disappointed by how easy it would be. After letting her struggle for a bit, it was time to finish her bondage. While the straitjacket kept her arms helpless, belts secured her legs into a frogtie. This would prevent her from running off to find something to help pull the straps loose. Chains tethered her to the bed to keep her from falling off.
Finally, a panel gag was strapped around Ali's head to remove any temptation to use her teeth. With her bondage complete, she was left to attempt a proper escape. As she tried to explain that this was more than she bargained for, we both knew that wasn't true. Now that escape seemed off the table, everything felt more real. I assured her I was sure she would find a way to get free. Just to be safe, I would give her a few hours to try.
Since it is a given that Brat will eventually do something to earn herself a punishment, it's best to get ahead of it. So before she knew what was happening, Brat found herself secured in a latex straitjacket, gagged, and tethered to the ceiling. After only a few minutes balancing on her toes, a bead of sweat was already forming on her forehead. A groan escaped the panel gag as she spotted the TENS box in my hand. Immobile as she was, she could offer no resistance as the box was stuffed into her panties and the pads attached to her inner thighs. Once it was turned on, shocks at random intervals and intensities kept her from getting too bored, each one causing her to jump and scream into her gag.
It had been far too long since Kaecie was mummified, and she was clearly hoping that oversight would be taken care of. Since we would be making up for lost time, it seemed prudent to go the extra mile and ensure she would remember it for a while. To achieve this, it was often the little things that mattered most. Like having her wear a latex leotard, ensuring the pallet wrap would hold her in place while insulating against sweat. Or hooking the heels of her ballet boots to the steel frame so her toes would feel the pressure of standing in them while suspended in the air.
Several layers circled her body from head to toe, leaving only her nose exposed; a hoist brought her into the air. Gagged and unable to see, for a few brief moments all she could register was the slight sway of her body. Unfortunately for her, the constriction of the pallet wrap continued to compress her body, requiring her to focus on breathing. As the minutes passed, Kaecie developed a rhythm. Then came a faint click, and her pussy was suddenly assaulted with the vibrations of a magic wand. She had forgotten it was entombed under layers of plastic and impossible to dislodge.
