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.
Unable to decide whose turn it was to get tied up, Bella suggests a game to settle it. The rules are simple: both girls hogtie themselves and toss a key for each of them to opposite sides of the room. Once the handcuffs click into place, there's no escape for either of them until one of them can get to a key. It's a tug of war from the start, and they both know that whoever wins won't be letting the other free anytime soon.
As Bella and Piper pull, twist, and fight across the floor, exhaustion quickly sets in. Even their catsuits work against them, offering no leverage on the slick wood floor. If they're not careful, their competitive nature might land them in the worst situation of all. Stalemate.
Bella was spending the night by herself to rest up for a full day of bondage. Unable to sleep, she helped herself to the liquor cabinet, got a little tipsy, and started to explore. In one of the rooms, she found a setup with handcuffs and a magnet attached to a timed release. Figuring a little early bondage fun might wear her out, Bella set the timer for what she thought was 10 minutes. After cuffing her ankles and strapping a ball gag into her mouth, she secured her wrists and quickly settled into enjoying her predicament.
It was only after struggling for a while that something felt wrong. The timer should have released her by now. Concerned, she reached for the keys nearby. In her inebriated state, Bella made two crucial mistakes. The timer was not set for 10 minutes, but instead an exhausting 10 hours. Worse, the keys she had tossed near her wrists were just out of reach. The good news was the rig was part of a prototype test for a magnetic lock. With nobody showing up until the morning, Bella would have all night to test the lock.
On most days, if you put a vibrator near Bella, you can probably make her cum. After her first couple of orgasms, if she isn't secured well, she'll fight with everything she has to break free. Curious how well the 3D printed restraints would hold up, this seemed like the perfect test. With a pump gag filling her mouth and her wrists, ankles, and neck locked to a metal frame, it was time to experiment. From the moment the switch is flipped, Bella doesn't disappoint. Pleasure hits her instantly, and she pulls against the restraints in frantic desperation. The first orgasms leave her shuddering and sweating in the cold basement. Gasping for breath behind the gag, she fights to escape before the next one crashes down, but she's already too late.
Like a cat, Bella's curiosity constantly gets her into trouble. Every visit, she finds something new to try. Today it was a chair in the corner with copper pipes attached to it. As usual, I refused to tell her what it did, but I was more than happy to show her. Once she was tightly bound to the chair, I revealed the crucial accessory, a TENS box. Her eyes widened as realization hit her. She tugged at the ropes, but it was too late.
Before she could dwell on it, the TENS was turned on. A sharp jolt coursed through her thighs, making her gasp and jerk upright. The crotch rope stopped her cold, leaving her millimeters from additional shocks if she relaxed even slightly. Bella's legs started shaking within minutes, but she knew that lowering back down would only make it worse. As drool flowed from her gag, and her muscles screamed in protest, she's given a quick reprieve. It doesn't last long before it's turned on again, and the cycle continues.
