Since it is a given that Brat will eventually do something to earn herself a punishment, it's best to get ahead of it. So before she knew what was happening, Brat found herself secured in a latex straitjacket, gagged, and tethered to the ceiling. After only a few minutes balancing on her toes, a bead of sweat was already forming on her forehead. A groan escaped the panel gag as she spotted the TENS box in my hand. Immobile as she was, she could offer no resistance as the box was stuffed into her panties and the pads attached to her inner thighs. Once it was turned on, shocks at random intervals and intensities kept her from getting too bored, each one causing her to jump and scream into her gag.
It had been far too long since Kaecie was mummified, and she was clearly hoping that oversight would be taken care of. Since we would be making up for lost time, it seemed prudent to go the extra mile and ensure she would remember it for a while. To achieve this, it was often the little things that mattered most. Like having her wear a latex leotard, ensuring the pallet wrap would hold her in place while insulating against sweat. Or hooking the heels of her ballet boots to the steel frame so her toes would feel the pressure of standing in them while suspended in the air.
Several layers circled her body from head to toe, leaving only her nose exposed; a hoist brought her into the air. Gagged and unable to see, for a few brief moments all she could register was the slight sway of her body. Unfortunately for her, the constriction of the pallet wrap continued to compress her body, requiring her to focus on breathing. As the minutes passed, Kaecie developed a rhythm. Then came a faint click, and her pussy was suddenly assaulted with the vibrations of a magic wand. She had forgotten it was entombed under layers of plastic and impossible to dislodge.
Normally she would indulge her partner's chastity fetish for a day or two. Without fail, she'd start to get horny, and he'd lose his resolve to keep her locked. The last time Rachel was locked in the belt, he neglected to mention he was going to visit some friends across the country. It had been almost a week, and the belt was driving her up the wall. Desperate for some relief, if she couldn't seduce him in person, she'd tease him with a video.
If this was going to work, Rachel knew it would have to be tight and inescapable. At least, not easily. After a quick trip to the hardware store, she had what she needed. She didn't know how to tie her arms behind her back, but with careful planning, zip ties would be perfect. The key was to cut her elbow zip tie just enough to let her pull them together and, with a sharp pull, break off the tail. Unfortunately, while her practice runs had ensured her bondage was extra secure, she had never practiced her escape. In the moment, tossing the scissors across the room seemed hot. Blindfolded and hobbled, Rachel had no idea where they had gone.
It seems whenever Kat comes to visit, there is always something she sees and wants to try. However, after spotting a mountain of heavy-duty zip ties, a new item made the list. Moments later, she excitedly stood under a chain while her hair was secured. The grin went away quickly once she saw the 2" ball gag. Especially once a zip tie pulled it tight into her mouth, leaving her no way to push it out. Little by little, more ties were secured around her arms, body, and legs.
As a reward, a wand was secured between her legs and set to high. Instantly, Kat couldn't help but squirm, enjoying how tight they felt around her body. This, combined with the vibrator, had her begging to cum within a few minutes. Her hair tie strained to keep her upright as her first orgasm consumed her. As the next one built, pain and pleasure started to intertwine, causing her to fight against her zip ties with vigor, desperate to escape. She had requested at least 3 orgasms before being set free, and it didn't seem fair to spoil her fantasy.
Either Vivian is terribly unlucky, or losing bets is her way of getting tied up. Anticipating her loss, I had cooked up a special predicament for her. Starting with an armbinder, her arms were pushed together until her elbows touched. After she was gagged, her armbinder was connected to a ring behind her, leaving her in a strappado. The fun was only just beginning as her breasts were tied with rope and pulled tight to each side. In moments, Vivian felt the strain in her back and tried to pull herself upright.
A sharp pull on her breasts, and she quickly bent over to ease the tension. Back to square one, she tried to relax and let the armbinder bear her weight. Vivian's relief was short lived as the discomfort simply migrated. Thus, the dance began with her desperately trying to find a comfortable position. Maybe next time she would be a bit more sure of herself before making another bet.
