Frogtied to the top of the cage, all Bella knew was that I had a challenge for her. Once a gag was locked on, the fun could begin. Suspended above her pussy hung a magic wand. Flicked onto low, the vibrations started to tease her, causing her to thrust toward it. Escape would only come if she managed to have an orgasm in her predicament. As the minutes ticked by, her frustration continued to build, but it was obvious she wasn't even close.
To give her a helping hand, the wand was eventually pressed hard against her, causing her to thrash in her bonds. When the inevitable orgasm left her screaming with pleasure, the wand was released and buzzed in the air. It was then she was reminded that release only came if she got there on her own. Realization hit her: she could be "helped" at will, drastically extending her bondage.
As I was giving Ariel the grand tour on her last visit, she was very curious about the TENS devices. I could have given her a simple demonstration, but where was the fun in that? She seemed to agree and decided to make a game of it. Dressed in a nylon bodysuit, Ariel was zip-tied to a chair from the neck down using heavy-duty HVAC ties. There wouldn't be any escape until she answered all of the questions. After listing all the areas she was well versed in, like literature, Shakespeare, geography, and the arts, she should have expected none of the questions would be on those subjects. Every few wrong answers, the power level was increased, which only caused her brain to freeze more on questions she knew.
With her nipples still sore from her last predicament, Sage's reprieve wasn't long. Cuffed and shackled, she was led to the basement where she was chained face down in a spread-eagle position. As drool poured from her gag, her thick collar was attached to an automated winch. To her right, a countdown clock started, and Sage knew nothing good would come when it hit zero. She tried to struggle, but the chains holding her were locked in place. Even her ball gag was frustratingly just out of her reach.
As the countdown beeped and hit zero, the winch activated, pulling her collar upwards and forcing her to all fours. The countdown instantly reset, and she was forced to watch it slowly count down before finally giving her some relief. As the countdown continued to cycle between raising and lowering her collar, exhaustion slowly started to creep in. Just then, a hood was pulled over her head and strapped in place. With everything working properly, we'll see how she fares over the next hour.
Instead of getting a good night's rest, Piper couldn't help but snoop around. Discovering a restraint bed in the basement, she couldn't help but try it out, never once questioning why all the straps and gag were conveniently set up for her. Knowing she was all alone for the night, she proceeded to strap her body down to the table and secure the large ball gag. After strapping in her left wrist, she found the right belt was already loosely buckled in place, allowing her to slide her wrist in. Closing her eyes, Piper let her fantasies run wild, imagining she was captured and left alone in a dark basement.
As she pulled on her wrist belts, she eventually yanked hard enough to trigger the activation switch. A motor instantly activated, and her right wrist was pulled tight. Unknown to Piper, as no program was set, it would hold her indefinitely, with the wand turning on for ten minute intervals randomly the entire duration. She tried to call for help, but gagged pleas didn't travel far. The first of many random wand intervals kicked in, blurring her panic. Piper tried to focus on her pleasure, hoping it would release her, but she already knew she was in for a long night.
It's always fun to keep Rachel on her toes, but didn't expect her predicament to be so literal this time. Mouth sealed shut with tape with more pressing her arms and elbows together, she's already helpless. Her real fun begins when she's bolted into a rigid collar, compelled to keep on her toes. Nipple clamps soon follow and are connected to her collar, adding a second reason to stay high on her toes. It doesn't take long before fatigue starts to set in. Desperate, she tries to reach her clamps and gain some relief, but it's no use.
