After stepping away and leaving my lunch on the table I come back to find Piper had eaten most of it. Finding it amusing, she made no apology. She was well aware of what she was doing and the likely outcome. Lucky for her, I had a special predicament in mind and took her straight to the basement. Starting with a simple crotch rope, it’s fed to her wrists and elbows. With her arms already wrapped around a suspended bar, she’s stuck in that position. Worse, when the actuator connected to the bar is activated, her arms are pulled high, digging the crotch rope even deeper. Left on her toes and trying to ease the tension it’s clear she already regrets her choices.
As Sage rummaged through my cabinets of goodies, she came across a bag of balloons. Curious how they could be used for bondage, it seemed better to show her than tell. Changing into a leotard and pantyhose, her hands are taped into fists to make it a bit more challenging. Once inside the cage, it’s filled to the brim with balloons with more inflated from the outside to ensure a tight fit. To escape, she’ll need to pop every one before given a chance to get the key. Will she escape? Only time will tell.
It had been a while since Bella had stopped by and was curious when she saw some new furniture. Since showing is always better than telling, she’s stripped down and strapped to the platform. Only then do I show her how some of the attachments work. Incapable of even struggling, she knows her fate is sealed. Watching Bella hopelessly fight against the magic wand never gets old, but that wasn’t enough. To really put her bondage to the test, she’s tickled relentlessly. It’s a wonder she can even catch her breath.
I knew exactly what Brat was doing, but we both knew she was going to get her way. She didn’t like the position I was putting her in and made every effort not to cooperate. I can only guess that it wasn’t difficult enough for her. Well, if Brat wishes for a harder predicament, I’m happy to oblige. As is usually the case when she does this, regret soon sets in and becomes the model sub. There is no leniency this time as she’ll be spending 30 minutes in her predicament before the day is over. Despite her protestations, we both know this is what she really wants.
Camila should have known. As she fawned over how cool the latex straitjacket and ballet boots were, she begged to try them on. Simply trying them on isn’t good enough though, she needs to experience them. So with a muzzle gag added under protest, she’s attached to a ceiling hook to give her some quality time in her new attire. From her eyes you can tell she regretted her choices, but knows she’ll have to endure. Maybe if Camila can figure a way out of her straitjacket she can pull a chair over for a break.
