At first, it was amusing. She must have seen me enter my phone PIN and changed it while I wasn't looking. After getting locked out, I knew something was up, and Lucy probably had something to do with it. I was sure if I asked, she probably would have eventually told me, but I decided it would be more fun to extract the truth through a bit of torment. I wouldn't be surprised if that had been her plan from the start.
Before revealing I knew about her prank, she was secured with several cuffs around her wrists, elbows, legs, and even her thumbs. A final chain tethered her neck to the wall, ensuring she was trapped for the duration. As the clover clamps came out, I finally told her I knew what she did and what was in store for her. Her clamps were linked to a ratchet, and with each tug of the rope, they pulled tighter and tighter. While she could move forward to help keep the tension at bay, doing so meant her neck chain pulled tighter in response. I knew eventually she would break. The question became, how long should she be left in her predicament as punishment?
It had been a long night for her. What was supposed to be an evening full of endless orgasms while tightly bound left Sugar hornier than ever. By the time she finally fell asleep, it was nearly morning. Her girlfriend left soon after for work, but not before carefully locking a chastity belt on her. Sugar was so exhausted that she barely noticed. When she did wake and discovered the belt, she knew she would be livid if she had to stay frustrated all day until her partner returned.
Lucky for Sugar, it didn't take her long to find where the keys were hidden. With the belt removed, her brain had one objective: to have the climax she was owed. With no other plans, locking herself to her favorite chair seemed like a nice way to spend the morning. Unfortunately, in her haste, Sugar missed one crucial detail. She never put the keys to her wrist locks within reach. A detail she finally discovers soon after her first orgasm. Panicked, she struggles to get free but knows it's hopeless. The wand is relentless, and unable to avoid it, her next orgasm is moments away. The irony of her situation hit her suddenly. She was getting exactly what she wished for and punished for not staying in her belt. After a few hours like this, she won't care if she's left in the belt for a month!
Rachel knew she couldn't trust herself with the keys to her new belt. After I put a fresh lock on it, she spent the next few days testing it out. To her dismay, it was far more effective than she expected, and she was already hinting at needing the keys. She even suggested that I tie her up, likely hoping for some sympathy for her situation. That certainly was not an offer I was going to pass up, even if I knew she wasn't getting the keys back yet.
After Rachel stripped down to just her belt, she was strung up into a standing spread-eagle position. This was just an appetizer before the real fun began, however. The intensity increased when clover clamps were added and tied off to a weighted rope. Just two and a half pounds was all it took to bring her right to her toes. Each time she managed to gain some slack, it was taken away until she could barely move. In this vulnerable state, she helplessly watched as I tossed the only keys into the front yard, which was covered in two feet of snow. It would be months before she would be able to find them.
Before coming over, Bella had saved a plethora of bondage pics she wanted to show me, hoping to try some of them out. The problem was that they tended to be on the elaborate side, and she often wanted to get free before I was even done rigging. When I told her this, she insisted she wouldn't change her mind again and could last hours. Our bet was simple: if she lasted until the battery powering her restraints ran out, we would do what she wanted. If not, she would be spending a bit more time tied up than she planned.
With her legs tied apart, a harness gag strapped in tight, and the maglocks powered up, all that was left was for her to lock herself in. With a final deep breath for confidence, Bella reached up and secured both of her wrists to the wall, knowing there was no turning back. To ensure she put on a good show, I let her believe the more she struggled, the faster the power would drain. Even if true, it wouldn't make much difference. It was not a small power cell but a fully charged car battery. Bella had hours of struggling ahead of her.
At first, she didn't think much of the collection of pipes and wires in front of her. In her mind, a few minutes of struggling would easily break her free. Normally, Brat would be right, but as she also knew, there was always a catch. Holding her arms up, the pipes were locked in place one by one. The final piece was secured around her waist, only breaking contact with her skin if she sucked in her stomach. Starting at just under half power, the TENS unit came to life, and Brat screamed in surprise and pain. Her predicament had now become crystal clear and knew any struggling to get free would be very, very unpleasant.
Minutes ticked by and, despite her best efforts, some part of her body would drift and, after a brief scream, quickly retract. Watching her struggle to keep still, one couldn't help but think she could use something to distract her from her situation. With the flick of a switch, the magic wand between her legs came to life, and Brat's legs almost buckled with the intensity. Her new distraction was making it difficult to concentrate, causing her to get shocked even more. Despite this, the helplessness of her situation drove her toward a climax faster than ever before. She could only hope that when it came, another shock wouldn't rob her of it.
