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.
As it turns out, letting Luna come up with ways to torment her is always a winner. Though, in this case, it may be a little self serving. Using a dildo attachment and iron pipe mounted to a post, Luna found herself mounted on a immobile one bar prison. Arm length latex mittens are slipped on while belts secure them in a chicken wing tie. As a final touch, a large red ball gag is secured in her mouth. Even with the gag, it was easy to see how much she was enjoying trying to escape her perch.
While her idea was to use the wand to tease out an orgasm or two, I felt her idea needed some tweaks. So with a few strips of tape, Luna could now feel the head of the magic wand press firm against the clit of her impaled pussy. Once turned on low, her reaction was immediate. Despite being told not to cum, it was just a matter of time before she could succumb. She's never given the chance and it's switched to high, sending her over the edge in seconds. With no way to escape, the orgasms will just keep coming.
Kaecie was due for another predicament, and I had a perfect one in mind. Everything started with a heavy muzzle gag with a ball gag underneath. Next, her latex-covered arms were cinched tight with rope behind her back, drawing her elbows close enough to touch. While one rope tied her wrists off to one side of the room and pulled her into a strappado, another wrapped around her waist into a crotch rope. The end of this was secured to an opposite wall. Before everything was pulled tight, one last rope attached her harness to the ceiling, leaving her teetering in her heels.
Drool now poured from Kaecie's gagged mouth onto the floor; she knew what was going to happen next. One by one, the ropes were cinched tighter, one pulling her arms back, the other pulling her crotch rope forward. Within moments, she was panting and struggling to find a position remotely comfortable. The only thing holding her up was the harness tethered above. What she didn't know was that there was still a surprise in store for her in the form of a 15-pound weight. Once attached to the middle of her long crotch rope to the wall, it will definitely amp up Kaecie's little predicament.
Frogtied to the top of the cage, all Bella knew was that I had a challenge for her. Once a gag was locked on, the fun could begin. Suspended above her pussy hung a magic wand. Flicked onto low, the vibrations started to tease her, causing her to thrust toward it. Escape would only come if she managed to have an orgasm in her predicament. As the minutes ticked by, her frustration continued to build, but it was obvious she wasn't even close.
To give her a helping hand, the wand was eventually pressed hard against her, causing her to thrash in her bonds. When the inevitable orgasm left her screaming with pleasure, the wand was released and buzzed in the air. It was then she was reminded that release only came if she got there on her own. Realization hit her: she could be "helped" at will, drastically extending her bondage.
As I was giving Ariel the grand tour on her last visit, she was very curious about the TENS devices. I could have given her a simple demonstration, but where was the fun in that? She seemed to agree and decided to make a game of it. Dressed in a nylon bodysuit, Ariel was zip-tied to a chair from the neck down using heavy-duty HVAC ties. There wouldn't be any escape until she answered all of the questions. After listing all the areas she was well versed in, like literature, Shakespeare, geography, and the arts, she should have expected none of the questions would be on those subjects. Every few wrong answers, the power level was increased, which only caused her brain to freeze more on questions she knew.
