Despite being in the mood to be tied up earlier, Rachel couldn't help but protest once the ropes started to be pulled tight. Before her gag was pulled into place, she made it clear she was hoping for something a bit more pleasurable between her legs. Instead, she had a spike strip pressed against her by a crotch rope, which seemed to only enrage her further.
If she really wanted to be free, it seemed only fair that she earn it. As it happened, I had a new device that would be perfect. Once wired, all she had to do was hold down a button and endure a not so tiny shock for 10 seconds. After that, she would be free. Eager to be free, Rachel immediately held it down. A scream of pain and frustration poured past her gag as she barely made it past 3 seconds. She should have known it wouldn't be easy. What she didn't know was that the intensity increased after each attempt, ensuring she couldn't simply build a tolerance. Eventually she would be willing to pay the price for her release. She just had to want it badly enough.
It is another weekend and another long list of chores that need to be done. Unsurprisingly, Brat is dragging her feet and making no effort to get started. Instead of resorting to my usual methods, she offered a compromise. She would be tied up, and I would watch her struggle while doing her chores. Without a second thought, her eyes lit up, and she accepted before I could change my mind.
Once she was tied against the wall, she assumed the couple of hours would be a cakewalk. With her only footing being some iron pipes, it only took minutes before her feet started to ache. Her predicament was just getting started as another pipe was secured between her legs. To keep the pressure off her pussy, Brat has to rise even higher on her toes. After 10 minutes her muscles were straining to find any comfortable position. By 15, Brat knew she had made a terrible mistake. She tried to plead her way out but knew she was stuck until everything was done. Suddenly, a couple of hours of chores didn't sound so bad.
While reorganizing some gear, Kaecie noticed a straitjacket hanging on the wall. She recalled how she used to bet people she could escape from them. What they didn't know were the hours she had spent learning how to do just that. I suspected she was hoping for another mark, so I played along and bet that she still couldn't do it. Having known me for years, I expected some conditions. When none came, I knew her streak was about to come to an abrupt end.
Once the straitjacket was cinched tight, the first surprise was revealed. Heavy chain was wrapped around her body, threaded through various attachment points and connected behind her with padlocks. To keep things fair, the keys were wrapped inside a cloth gag stuffed into Kaecie's mouth, with microfoam wrapped around her head to seal it in place. As a final precaution, a muzzle harness was buckled around her head and attached to an anchor above. Now tethered and up on her toes, the nearby hooks she had clearly intended to use to aid her escape were well out of reach.
When Sage started reading the email on her phone, she was already worked up and on her way to her bedroom to take care of it. Reaching the end, she stopped dead in her tracks. A fan had challenged her to lock her chastity belt on and address the keys to them. She would then tie herself up and have to free herself before the delivery service picked up the package. Sage had never worn her belt for more than an hour or two, and the thought of risking getting stuck with a stranger holding the keys had already soaked her panties. She knew if she allowed herself to orgasm now, she wouldn't do it; it had to be now. So before she changed her mind, she locked the belt around her waist and grabbed her bondage gear.
She decided to let her fans determine how long she stayed locked up. The most their donations had ever added was 30 minutes, which left her with plenty of time to rescue her keys. As the maglock clicked into place, all she could think about was how massive her first orgasm would be once she was free. As she squirmed, the chain connecting her nipple clamps caught on her belt, teasing her further. Donations were pouring in, and lost in the sensation, Sage finally noticed they had added almost an hour. Word had spread about what would happen if she didn't get free in time. As the ding of another donation announced itself, what frustrated Sage the most wasn't the idea of actually losing her keys. It was how much the thought of it only seemed to turn her on more.
Kat had been hinting all day about how fun it would be to be tied up with a magic wand. Since she was obviously in the mood, it was the perfect opportunity for a little science. Once tied to the couch and gagged, the rules of the experiment were explained. A timer would be set for short blocks of time, starting with the vibrator on low. If she managed to make it through without an orgasm, the wand would switch to high with longer time blocks. If Kat could make it all the way to the end, she would earn a special surprise. Unfortunately for Kat, I know a lot about her kinks, and denying herself was going to be nearly impossible. If she gave in, well, she would be in for a very different kind of surprise.
