With a gauntlet of activities planned for Camila, there was one that I knew she was dreading. With her helplessly locked in stocks with security mittens and ankles chained apart, the TENS box is revealed. Reflexily she jerks at the restraints, but she knows those chains will hold. Since always has a tendency to be a brat and run her mouth, it's set to activate with sound and placed next to her mouth. Camila starts to protest but instantly cuts herself short as she winces in pain.
It doesn't take long for her to realize that even struggling causes the chains to trigger painful shocks. Something that Camila finds nearly impossible to do as a flogger is used. Worse, anytime she feels she's getting used to it, the power level is turned up a bit more. By the time it reaches 40%, a magic wand suddenly sets her world spinning. With so many sensations, and her first orgasm hits within a minute. Camila wants to scream with pleasure as she fights to get away, overwhelmed by it all. With no escape, she submits to the pleasure and pain.
During her visit, Lucy couldn't help but make a few subtle comments about the collection of hoods and impact toys scattered around the studio. She tried to play it off casually, but her curiosity was clear. So once she was strapped into a straitjacket and had no way out, I decided to give her exactly what she was hinting at. Frogtied and secured to a padded horse, a tight hood keeps her guessing what will come next. With each new toy that landed on her exposed thighs, the skin grew redder and more sensitive. Her muffled moans match each impact through the hood and gag as she squirmed against the straps. Helpless to stop what she had so clearly asked for.
As each rubber band is applied, Rachel already knows she won't be breaking free. With one or two, she might have had a chance, but with dozens layered around her elbows and legs, there's no hope. Still, she has to try. Grunting and moaning into her gag, she thrashes in place, muscles straining with every desperate tug. The bands flex but never give, pulling her limbs back position again and again. Even with all her strength, she can't manage to dislodge a single one. Sweat beads on her skin, breath growing ragged, and within minutes she's left out of energy.
From the moment she walked through the door, Bella clearly had her own ideas about how the day would go. The theme was obvious: sexy outfits, orgasms, and maybe a little bondage if she was in the mood. Lucky for her, I had something in mind to snap her back into the submissive good girl I knew she could be. Stripped to just her thong, her hands, feet, and mouth are sealed tight with tape. Once inside the cage, custom nipple clamps are screwed on and threaded through a ten-pound weight. Even with her fingers free, there is no removing them without a wrench.
After simmering in the cage for a while, awkwardly trying to stay comfortable with weighted clamps, her attitude had noticeably shifted. When the door finally opens, she crawls out on all fours, doing her best to drag the weight along. Desperate for relief and eager to behave, her lesson is clearly sinking in. As a reward, she is offered a little time with the magic wand, and this time, she knows she's earned it.
Unable to decide whose turn it was to get tied up, Bella suggests a game to settle it. The rules are simple: both girls hogtie themselves and toss a key for each of them to opposite sides of the room. Once the handcuffs click into place, there's no escape for either of them until one of them can get to a key. It's a tug of war from the start, and they both know that whoever wins won't be letting the other free anytime soon.
As Bella and Piper pull, twist, and fight across the floor, exhaustion quickly sets in. Even their catsuits work against them, offering no leverage on the slick wood floor. If they're not careful, their competitive nature might land them in the worst situation of all. Stalemate.
