While answering some of her messages, Piper was asked, not for the first time, if she ever tied herself up. Having a few minutes to spare, she decided she'd answer with a video instead of a simple acknowledgement. It had been a while since she had enjoyed struggling under her own restraints, so she quickly set out her restraints. With the camera rolling, Piper started with her gag before securing her legs and wrists with steel cuffs. Her plan was a favorite and one she'd performed in countless hotel rooms during her travels. Toss the key onto the bed, hogtie herself, and try to find the key. After a few minutes of struggling, she intended to release the bind and reward herself, and her audience, with the nearby vibrator.
There was only one problem. The key she had tossed onto the bed was for a different padlock; the correct one sat mockingly on a dresser across the room. As Piper discovered this, she fought to escape as panic began to set in. There was no way she was breaking free of the steel, but her desperation compelled her to strain against them anyway. When she eventually calmed down, she realized there was only one way out, and it involved reaching her phone sitting on a coffee table several rooms away. Out of breath and energy, all she could do was rest her head on the pillow and close her eyes.
As the day started to wind down, Sage was hoping to be chained to a comfy bed to get some rest. Lucky for her, the night was still young and there were plenty of hours of torment to go. With her nipples still throbbing from her earlier predicament, she was strapped into the restraint bed with string tied to her nipples and secured to her fingers. The moment she lost focus or relaxed her grip, a jolt of pain from her nipples being pulled quickly forced her arms right back up.
Just outside her vision, a vibrator kicked on and off randomly, keeping her mind numbingly frustrated. Sage tried her best to struggle, using her tied nipples to drag herself a bit closer to orgasm. I was already one step ahead of her with a block of ice. Suspended from the ceiling and left to swing above her, the ice-cold water dripped over her naked body, helping to extinguish any embers of a potential orgasm.
As Sugar was hunting for something kinky to get tied up in, she got sidetracked by a pair of ballet boots that fit her perfectly. Clad in only her panties, she laced them up and admired the look, but a realization quickly set in: she couldn't stand, let alone pick out the rest of her outfit. Watching her struggle to find her balance in the towering boots, I knew this was an opportunity far too delicious to pass up. Besides, the combination of skimpy panties and ballet boots wasn't going to get any complaints from me.
Before she could grasp my intentions, I grabbed my gear. Within moments, she was locked into wooden stocks with a bit gag already causing her to drool. Trapped in the boots and unable to reach the laces now, her mobility vanished. There wouldn't be any glamour bondage today; it would be a lesson in endurance. To toughen up her toes, I rigged the stocks to the ceiling and made the chains tight, ensuring Sugar's is kept on her toes. She was left with a brutal choice: find the strength to stay upright in the boots, or let the timber of the stocks be the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
Only two days after giving me the keys to her belt, Unique was at my door asking for them back. She had been adamant that she didn't want the keys until New Year's at the earliest. She said the denial was just too much for her and had assumed she would be able to find a way to orgasm if needed. While empathetic to her plight, I wouldn't be much of a keyholder if I just gave her the keys back. Instead, I offered Unique a challenge. If she could escape a bit of bondage where she had access to the keys, including those to her belt, she could free herself. Failure to escape might have its own consequences, but there was no need to worry about that. If she was as desperate as she let on, she would easily escape.
Visiting for the first time, Kat was overwhelmed by the amount of toys, restraints, and stacks of raw materials. After all, outside of a shipping department, it is not every day you see a floor-to-ceiling shelf full of pallet and plastic wrap. Realizing what it was for, she got excited and pleaded to be mummified. In spite of her love of bondage, she had never managed to get herself mummified before. Who was I to deny her request?
Kat wanted to start with something super tight and secure, like heavy duty vinyl tape. Since she was a mummy newbie, I opted for plastic wrap with a promise to wrap her in vinyl if she escaped. Gladly taking on the challenge, I started adding layers. For the first few, Kat was all smiles. Eventually, the flexibility vanished and the wrap started to feel solid. It was right around this moment that she realized escape might not be so easy. Still, Kat tried her best to struggle and get free. Maybe we will give her an hour or two just to be sure.
