Whenever Kaecie comes to visit, she is always looking for a challenge, and today would be no exception. Lucky for her, I had the perfect predicament in mind. Rope secured her arms behind her back, and her legs were tied together. One more rope could pull her into a hogtie, but that alone wouldn't be much of a predicament for Kaecie. So while she struggled in her ropes, a thick rope was linked to her chest harness, threaded through her legs, and up to the ceiling. Noticing what was coming next, she straightened out her body, but we knew it would only delay the inevitable. A 50 pound weight was attached to the rope, now held in the air by the tension in her legs. Soon, clicks could be heard as her muscles fatigued and the rope slid through the ratchet, ensuring any slack lost couldn't be pulled back. The clicks came in small bursts, pushing her steadily toward a tighter and tighter hogtie.
Squirming with anticipation, they couldn't wait to spend the night in the latex sleep sack. With their arms fitted into the sleeves and zipped in the back, in moments, CallMeSir was helpless. It also meant it was time for some final touches. They wouldn't be able to enjoy the sleep sack if they fell asleep, so a TENS and wand were added to keep them focused on their helplessness. To keep things interesting, both are set with random timers, durations, and intensities.
When the first shock hits, they try to breathe in sharply, but the small holes of their hood cause the latex hood to pull the latex tighter. Unknown to them, the unit will slowly increase power throughout the night to avoid a tolerance build up. Just as they catch their breath from the shock, the magic wand kicks on, sending a wave of pleasure, only to turn off moments later. Their frustration doesn't last long as the cycle continues as another shock is delivered.
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.
