While cleaning out her garage, Kat came across a winch and couldn't help but set it up immediately. It had been a while since she had tied herself up, and she was already making herself wet as she gathered her toys. To make the experience extra special, she had a brand new vibrator that tucked inside her panties. A low moan escaped her lips as she gagged herself, imagining being pulled onto her toes while orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.
As the winch raised her to her toes, her excitement, along with her blindfold, kept her from seeing the situation she had just put herself in. While Kat was already building to her first orgasm, the 3000 lb winch made one additional turn after her toe left the button. By the time her third orgasm hit, her body was exhausted, and she reached for the pedal to let herself down. Restrained by the short ankle chain, the pedal was no longer in reach. Panic overwhelmed her as she tried to break free, but Kat had done too good of a job. As her fantasy and nightmare collapsed into one, the vibrator only threw fuel on the fire, her orgasms continuing relentlessly, each one more intense than the last.
Even though Camila had only been locked in the chastity belt for a few hours, she already hated it. So when she asked to be mummified, her motive was obvious. Nevertheless, I played along, circling the vet wrap down her body. As her arms were wrapped and passed her belt, her muscles tensed in disappointment. With a vibrator within eyeshot, it was clear she had hoped I would swap it out for the belt.
Instead, I placed the key behind her gag, leaving it available for whenever she was ready to use it. Displeased the belt was still locked in place, Camila did her best to fight her way out of the wrap. To her credit, she was making good progress. With another 20 minutes, she might have done it. Unfortunately for her, a dozen rolls were waiting nearby to repair any overzealous struggling. Plenty to last the next several hours at least.
For weeks, Delphine had been obsessed with locking herself in her cage. After adding some bondage, she would lock herself in, setting the timer for 4 to 6 hours. Each time she would try to make it past 15 minutes but could never help herself. The fantasy of being locked in the cage while bound was just too powerful. When she couldn't take it any longer, Delphine would reach through the bars and cancel the timer on her phone and grab the vibrator nearby to finish the job.
So when a fan sent her a pair of printed bondage mittens, she practically sprinted to the cage. The thought of being locked in and unable to use her fingers had turned her brain to mush. So much so that instead of 6 hours, she set the timer for 12. She would have been surprised to make it past 5 minutes. Unfortunately, it was right around that mark when she realized several flaws in her plan. Reaching for her phone, she discovered the mitts wouldn't fit through the bars. And even if they could, the plastic mitts wouldn't work on the screen. Panicked, Delphine tried using her foot instead. Unable to see what she was pressing, she aimed her toe for what she hoped was the unlock button. Instead, she hit lockout. Instantly, all controls were disabled. Her fantasy had just become reality, and the smooth mitts would ensure she remained desperately frustrated for every minute of the next 12 hours.
Just before her gag was strapped tightly in place, Bella protested again that she had things to do. It didn't matter, as this was the interest due every week until she paid back the money she borrowed. She remained vocal enough that I agreed to her new rule to help quiet things down. Instead of a fixed two hours, she would be released after her first orgasm. We both knew that even with the magic wand on low, she would be writhing in orgasmic bliss without minutes under normal conditions.
The thing with last-minute changes is they are rarely thought through. While normally I would set the vibe to high and watch her orgasm over and over, nothing in the new arrangement required I leave it on. There was no longer a fixed time limit either. These were realizations Bella came to slowly as she was tied taut into a spread eagle on the bed. The wand was set to high, but plugged into a random on/off timer. 15 seconds on, 30 seconds off. 24 seconds on, 44 seconds off. The cycle ensuring Bella's kept wet and frustrated. Soon she was thrashing in her bonds in desperation. This was so much worse than two hours of orgasms would have been. Bella wished she had just kept her bright ideas to herself.
Bella was in the mood for some orgasms but needed a little foreplay first. Knowing how much she loves rope, that was a sure thing. Of course, I couldn't help but make it a little difficult for her. With her arms frogtied, her legs were tied apart on the hardwood floor. Since Bella was wearing pantyhose, she had to strain to keep herself together, and it was obvious the humiliating position was doing the trick.
Eventually she found herself on the floor with a wand stuffed into her pantyhose, and it was obvious an orgasm wasn't far off. Since she had been such a good sport, her arms were untied to help things along. With her legs still tied apart and screaming with pleasure into the roof, Bella finally got the dessert she was looking for.
