As Sugar was hunting for something kinky to get tied up in, she got sidetracked by a pair of ballet boots that fit her perfectly. Clad in only her panties, she laced them up and admired the look, but a realization quickly set in: she couldn't stand, let alone pick out the rest of her outfit. Watching her struggle to find her balance in the towering boots, I knew this was an opportunity far too delicious to pass up. Besides, the combination of skimpy panties and ballet boots wasn't going to get any complaints from me.
Before she could grasp my intentions, I grabbed my gear. Within moments, she was locked into wooden stocks with a bit gag already causing her to drool. Trapped in the boots and unable to reach the laces now, her mobility vanished. There wouldn't be any glamour bondage today; it would be a lesson in endurance. To toughen up her toes, I rigged the stocks to the ceiling and made the chains tight, ensuring Sugar's is kept on her toes. She was left with a brutal choice: find the strength to stay upright in the boots, or let the timber of the stocks be the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
Only two days after giving me the keys to her belt, Unique was at my door asking for them back. She had been adamant that she didn't want the keys until New Year's at the earliest. She said the denial was just too much for her and had assumed she would be able to find a way to orgasm if needed. While empathetic to her plight, I wouldn't be much of a keyholder if I just gave her the keys back. Instead, I offered Unique a challenge. If she could escape a bit of bondage where she had access to the keys, including those to her belt, she could free herself. Failure to escape might have its own consequences, but there was no need to worry about that. If she was as desperate as she let on, she would easily escape.
Visiting for the first time, Kat was overwhelmed by the amount of toys, restraints, and stacks of raw materials. After all, outside of a shipping department, it is not every day you see a floor-to-ceiling shelf full of pallet and plastic wrap. Realizing what it was for, she got excited and pleaded to be mummified. In spite of her love of bondage, she had never managed to get herself mummified before. Who was I to deny her request?
Kat wanted to start with something super tight and secure, like heavy duty vinyl tape. Since she was a mummy newbie, I opted for plastic wrap with a promise to wrap her in vinyl if she escaped. Gladly taking on the challenge, I started adding layers. For the first few, Kat was all smiles. Eventually, the flexibility vanished and the wrap started to feel solid. It was right around this moment that she realized escape might not be so easy. Still, Kat tried her best to struggle and get free. Maybe we will give her an hour or two just to be sure.
Over a year ago, Brat had locked herself up with a MagBound magnet against a wall. After setting her release timer incorrectly, she was stuck for hours until the battery finally ran out. Since then, she'd become convinced she knew how to escape one if given the chance. Sensing a challenge, I set a pair up against the wall with a few extra elements in case she had plans to cheat. Brats will be brats, after all.
First, the attachment plate was mounted to heavy-duty leather cuffs instead of typical handcuffs. Next, a couple of iron bars and chains were added to limit her throwing her weight around. Most importantly, I didn't want her giving up too soon, so for motivation, a TENS unit was added as well. Once the timer started, the power would activate and shock her every 30-45 seconds. In addition, the power level would increase by 10% after each shock, ensuring she gave 100% the entire time. Something tells me it won't be enough though.
I'd tied up Camila enough times to know one thing for certain: she didn't just like to be tied up, she loved to give you a reason to torment her and cinch the ropes just a bit tighter. Despite knowing this, she couldn't help but turn her brattiness up to eleven. I knew she was baiting me, but in this case, I was perfectly okay with it. Already tied tight to a pole, more ropes were used to cinch her elbows together behind her back. One more went from her wrists to her crotch rope, ensuring every struggle dug it in a bit deeper.
With her struggling and fighting against me the whole time, the binds reached a tipping point, and her resistance became futile. Now it was time for payback as she's tickled, slapped, and spanked. Screams of frustration filled the room even though she knew exactly what would happen. What she didn't expect was the block of ice I pulled from the freezer. Knowing her hatred of ice on her skin, her regret was obvious, as were her infuriated screams as it slid up her leg to her pussy. Camila tried her best to escape the cold kiss of the ice, but she'd made her bed.
