It was a day of firsts for Gomita. Having never experienced electric play or a magic wand before, she's tossed in the deep end. She's tied with rope and held standing by a mounted collar. In front of her face is a sound sensitive TENS unit. Between her legs is a magic wand secured tightly in place. Each by itself is easy enough to deal with, but soon finds that once the wand is on it's very difficult to keep quiet. The powerful sensations make her body squirm with pleasure as her lips quiver desperate to keep quiet. Even her breath must be controlled to avoid the bite of an electric shock.
Sarah was all smiles when she noticed the wand sitting on the couch. Expecting to pleasantly struggle while the wand drives her from one orgasm to another. Her smile fades as I tell her how the experiment works. Denying herself doesn't sound nearly as fun. Committed to the science, she soldiers on and does her best. She's eventually gagged and blindfolded which seems to make it harder for her. Maybe new experiments to test how they enhance orgasms might be in order.
There are those who struggle in their bondage and those who give it their all to escape. If you give her a sliver of a chance, she'll get out every time. To make it extra difficult I attached her collar to a pole, keeping her neck high. Next, her legs are frogtied to keep her uncomfortably on her knees. Threading handcuffs through a hole in the post, Bella is cuffed. Her key for release is on the floor in front of her. Most would accept their fate; what will Bella do?
Sage swings by unannounced looking to get tied up for the afternoon. Having other plans I decline but she's insistent. Relenting, I offer to put her in a bind and leave the key nearby so she can let herself out. As she enjoys struggling in her cuffs she hears a beeping noise and the familiar sound of an automated vacuum. Sage is amused watching it move around her cleaning up the floor. It's not until it's too late when she notices it going straight for her key. Scooping it up it soon moves out of reach leaving her trying to catch it. Her foot manages to press the button to send it home which is under the couch and out of her reach.
After printing this fiddle it was time to put it to the test. Unfortunately for Amy I had mistakenly printed it far more dense than needed. Escape simply wasn't an option, but she didn't need to know that. With her arms running under her legs into the fiddle, what little leverage she had was completely evaporated now. Her only chance for escape is to earn access to the key.
