An afternoon of endless orgasms would seem like a dream for most, but not for Bella. Tied into a spread eagle, her arms and legs are cinched together, making her completely immobile. Between her legs, a wand is bound tightly to her clit, with no way to avoid its power. She tries her best to struggle, but it’s no use, with a click she arches her back and races to her first orgasm. It doesn’t take long, and with her pussy already sensitive, she really starts to struggle heading towards her second. How many more can Bella take? That’s a question worth finding an answer to.
After misreading the rental listing, Bella walks into the wrong house. At least, that is her excuse. As she soon finds out, the house she decided to walk into unannounced isn’t just any house. Locked in stocks, gagged, and hooded, Bella struggles in her bonds, trying to convey that this is all a mistake. Her gagged ramblings prevented her from talking her way out of this mess. He seems convinced she’s there to rob the house; that she picked the lock to get in. Drool begins to flow from her mouth, adding to her helplessness. Bella doubles her efforts to find a way out, but it’s no use. Her captor seems to have decided she’s a thief, but if that’s the case, why haven’t they called the police?
Bella was incredibly bratty today and needed something to redirect her energy to. Knowing how much she hates nipple clamps, I figured a few minutes in them would correct her attitude. Putting her in an iron pipe fiddle, her clamps are tethered to the end, making her choose between her arm pain and nipple pain. With Bella’s arms getting tired, she figured out she could raise her arms high and cheat her predicament. As I wouldn't let that fly, a 50-pound weight was tied to her fiddle, leaving her completely helpless. With no other options, seeing her attitude improve so quickly was amazing. Still, we both know she’s not going to get off that easy.
A bet was a bet, and Bella knew there was no way out of it. I had planned on taking it easy on her with a few simple ties, but she couldn’t help but complain. Since she wants something to complain about, that can be arranged. Microforam covers her mouth, which is soon followed by a muzzle gag to ensure it stays in place. Her once loosely tied wrists are pulled into a strappado with her head harness tied back as well. One final rope is tied around her neck, pulling her down further. Bella thinks nothing of it at first until her core starts to fatigue. Relaxing means putting more strain on her arms. Maybe next time, she’ll keep her protests to herself.
Bella’s always had a love/hate relationship with her visits. Always excited before her arrival, but soon is vocalizing her regrets. Today was no different as she was tightly strapped down to the table. Once Bella was helpless I figured we’d pass the time doing some of her favorite activities. Tickling and TENS. To ensure she doesn’t get any reprieve, I set the TENS to 30% power with automatic power increases of 2% every minute. The time between shocks is filled with tickling and unfortunately, sometimes overlap. Once you move past her threats, cursing, and mock displays of discomfort you can tell she’s having a blast. She just doesn’t want to admit it.
