Flipping through bondage pics on her phone Bella smiles and points that the screen. She was looking to try something challenging and this would do it. Before she had a chance to change her mind, Bella is stripped down and tied to the top of the cage. Pulled into an arch, her neck rope is tied to her feet forcing her to maintain the difficult position. As the seconds tick by I can see she already wants out. She’s reminded that it’s only a challenge if she’s actually challenged. Realizing she’s in no position to argue, she soldiers on. You know it’s a good predicament when she says nipple clamps were the easy part.
While the magic wand is usually effective for most women, it is a sliding scale. For Bella, that scale starts at 11 with even a few minutes driving her insane. It would be a shame if someone tied her in such a way that anytime she struggles it pulls on her neck ropes. Everything from her arms to her feet is set up to work against her as the wand does its job of bringing her to orgasm over and over. As Bella is so sensitive, her willpower to keep her limbs in check only goes so far. It’s only a matter of time before her leg or arms pull in response to her overwhelming sensations and start the cycle over again.
Having escaped from a cheap Amazon straitjacket recently, Sage was confident she can escape any jacket. Since first-hand experience is always best, I didn’t argue with her. I just asked to see her skills in action and Sage was happy to oblige. As the multitude of straps tighten one by one, her face couldn’t hide her worry. Once the gag was strapped in, she knew she was in for the long haul. Chains even keep her tethered and on her toes. To finally seal her fate, a canvas hood is laced on her head which really gets her struggling. We’ll leave her in there for a few hours; just to give Sage plenty of time to get free.
It is going to be a long day for Piper, so there is no need to bring things to a climax too quickly. Tied tightly in her purple catsuit, she squirms and struggles but knows she won’t be escaping. Between her legs is a vibrator buzzing away, teasing her relentlessly. It’s not quite strong enough to do the job and worse, every time she struggles it pulls away. If nothing else, she’ll be nice and warmed up for the rest of the day. Those orgasms have to be rationed out after all.
As Emily inspected the array of toys around her she was soon drawn to the 3D-printed restraints. Assuming they were only decorations, I assured her they were not. Skeptical that some plastic weighing less than a pound wouldn’t break apart, I challenged her to try. Taking the bait, she is gagged and the fiddle is locked on. Within a moment of struggling Emily knew she messed up. The deceptively flimsy toy holds her with ease and she knows it’s going to cost her to get free.
