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.
belts, ice, lingerie, restraint-bed, stockings, strict, tickling, water
#2147 2025-05-23 71 photos, 16 min video
Ariel had only seen the lighter, more glamorous side of my bondage work. So when she reached out for her first visit, she had a very different experience in mind. What she got instead was strapped tightly to the restraint bed, unable to move an inch. Unexpected, sure, but a pleasant surprise in her mind. Maybe this wouldn't be boring after all.
Just as she began to settle into her restraints, the real torment started. An onslaught of tickling, ice, and water hit her all at once, forcing every muscle in her body to tense. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but endure and try to catch her breath. Even in the brief moments of reprieve, a block of ice stayed pressed against her pussy while another slowly dripped onto her face from above. Mascara running, body cold and soaked, a dreadful thought crept in. If this was only the first fifteen minutes, what would the next two days bring?
To no one's surprise, Brat managed to earn herself another punishment. Instead of keeping her promise, she spent the morning in bed glued to her phone. Since she clearly needed help focusing, a half hour chained to a pole seemed like the right solution. No screens, no distractions. Just her collar locked in place, keeping her in a squat with no way to stand, kneel, or sit.
It doesn't take long before her legs start to burn. She squirms and shifts, but each adjustment buys her less relief than the last. As fatigue sets in, the collar tightens with every inch she drops, keeping her fully present. Brat wanted to avoid her responsibilities, now she wishes she could do nothing else.
As the afternoon settles in on Sugar's second day in total bondage, she's granted a small mercy. Freed from her chastity belt, she's tied to a pole with a rope around her neck and a wand suspended between her legs. In this setup, positioning is everything, and getting the orgasm she's been craving won't come easy. With limited use of her hands, maintaining pressure on the wand becomes her first challenge.
At first glance, the leotard and pantyhose seem harmless, but they slide far too easily against the smooth wood floor. Each effort to grind against the wand only pulls her lower, tightening the neck rope as she slips down the pole. Within minutes, she's struggling just to stay upright, torn between breathing and chasing release. One way or another, she has to finish. If she doesn't, it's back in the belt for another long, frustrating week.
