As the minutes passed, her body twisted and feet repositioned within the limits of her chains. Secured in wooden stocks, the chains ran down to her ankle restraints, which were intentionally too short. Compelled to stay bent over, no position was comfortable. It wasn't long before Bella started to protest, but it fell on deaf ears. In her vulnerable state, it was difficult not to take advantage. As it turned out, tickling paired with some light spanking was the perfect distraction. So much so that she even began to beg to be kept locked up. It seemed it was Bella's lucky day.
As Mizz Unique waited patiently for her boyfriend to get home from work, she decided to call again for an update. It didn't help that she had been staring at his bondage wall, imagining being bound to it the whole time. When he told her that the magnets mounted on the wall were for her later, she didn't believe they would hold her. How could they? Still, just the fantasy of it was making her panties wet.
Finding the controls behind the wall, she turned on the power and set the timer to 8 hours. She figured that either he would come home and find her helpless and skip right to dessert, or she would be forced to pull herself free. She was especially excited since it was the first time she had done any self-bondage. As she secured her ankles and cuffed her wrists, one thing was certain: she would be going commando if they went out.
Before Unique could chicken out, she slid both plates against the MagLocks. She pulled tentatively at first but quickly became more deliberate. Clearly these were not like the fridge magnets she was expecting. As the minutes passed, she started to put all of her weight into it, at least as much as her wrists could take. It was no use. As long as he was home within the next hour, she knew she would be a little sore but still up for their date. As she struggled, she couldn't hear her phone buzzing with messages. "Sorry babe, the entire system crashed and we're going to be here all night. Don't have too much fun without me!"
If it were up to Sugar, she would have spent the day on her phone rotting away on social media. Clearly, she needed a distraction, and within minutes her arms were rendered useless in a straitjacket. While being unable to use her phone was torture enough on its own, it seemed only fair to pass the time with a game. The rules were simple. A random number was picked, and she was shocked with the TENS box for every incorrect guess. Unfortunately for Sugar, luck was not on her side that day.
After spending a few days in a chastity belt, there was only one thing on Brat's mind. Of course, I wasn't going to make it easy on her. Her wrists and ankles were secured into a spread eagle, and since she has a tendency to spit out ball gags, a panel gag was strapped tightly around her head instead. She wouldn't be dislodging this one. As she struggled in protest, an actuator pulled her ropes tighter and her spread eagle wider.
Now barely able to move, her real torment began. A wand was mounted on a pole in front of her, just close enough that with effort, she could barely make contact. Determined, Brat pulled hard against the ropes and managed to hold herself against it. The few days in the belt had made her extra desperate, and even on low, she was building toward her first orgasm quickly.
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.
