Bella thought she could handle it. She even laughed as the first strip of vinyl tape wrapped around her wrists, waving off the challenge as "just tape". But layer by layer, that confidence faded. Her arms were pulled behind her back, elbows crushed tight and sealed in glossy black vinyl. Her legs came next, taped into a strict frogtie that made even the smallest movement a chore. Still, Bella wasn't ready to give up. The tape gag muffled any protests, but that didn't stop her from voicing her frustration in whatever way she could. Deep down, she should have known there was a catch to that $500 escape challenge. Now, all she can do is thrash and twist, determined not to let them enjoy watching her fail.
It didn't take much convincing to get Ess into a spread eagle when it was hinted a wand would be involved. Once tied up and gagged, the rules of the experiment didn't have her thrilled. Instead of a long afternoon filled with orgasms, she'd need to try her best to resist.
At first, she thought it would be a cakewalk. After all, the wand was only on its lowest setting, and she figured she could easily zone out or think of something else. But after just a few minutes, that confidence started to crack. Her hips squirmed against the restraints involuntarily, her breath deepened, and she realized it was going to be far harder than she anticipated. The gag muffled her frustrated moans as her body betrayed her. By the time the experiment switched to high, Ess was losing her mind. Despite her best efforts, an orgasm seemed inevitable.
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.
