Locked in wooden stocks suspended by chains, with her legs held apart by more chains, she wasn't in the best bargaining position. It had only been a day since the belt was locked tight around her waist before she came back pleading to get out. Now, with drool spilling past her panel gag, Mizz Unique's impulsiveness had only gotten her deeper into trouble.
She would be given a chance for release, but first she would need some time to get used to her current restraints. Plus, given her vulnerable position, it would be a shame not to encourage some struggling. Without warning, she's tickled relentlessly, causing her to thrash against the chains with no way to get away. She tried her best to endure it as she struggled to catch her breath. With only a taste of what's to come, Mizz Unique was given a choice. Spend the next two hours in her current position being tickled, or worse, and walk away free from the belt. Or be released now, with a week added to her chastity sentence.
She had spent weeks working up the nerve to try out her new self bondage device. A self contained magnetic lock with unlimited possibilities, especially useful when nobody was around to tie her up properly. To ensure everything would go to plan, she had tested it over and over. She had even attempted to lock herself up, but would keep chickening out and give the voice command to release the lock. Today would be different.
For her first real experience, Ariel knew a gag would be needed. A harness gag with a large ball would ensure no release commands could get through. Since this would be a short test, she opted for nipple clamps. They would have her in tears if left on for even ten minutes, but she loved how helpless she felt being unable to take them off. Last came her favorite Darby cuffs connected to her collar, the chain just short enough to make things uncomfortable. Before she changed her mind, she dropped the keys to the floor. Immediately, Ariel's heart started to race. She began to pull against her restraints and reach for the keys until her nipples felt like they were on fire. Time slowed as she tried to call out the release command, but it was no use. Just as she started to calm herself, her home assistant started to speak. "Time elapsed, sending release command...... Connection Error".
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.
