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.
When the chastity belt was locked on her, Kaecie assumed it was a token punishment that would be removed before bed. But as the days dragged on, she knew she needed to atone, though that didn’t stop her from pushing his patience even more. So when he told her to make a video and said the difficulty of her bondage would determine how soon the chastity belt came off, Kaecie knew it had to be brutal.
Using a Magbound electromagnet, she attached her posture collar to a pole, forcing her weight onto her knees. Usually, she could only last 10 minutes in this position. This time, she set the timer for 30 and locked herself into a kneeling hogtie. Her knees started to ache within minutes, and Kaecie silently begged that this would be enough to please him. There’s no way she could last another week in that belt.
One of the things I love about Sarah is her confidence. Winning is the only outcome. So when I asked her if she’d ever tried any self-bondage before, she said that not only did she do it all the time, but she’s never gotten herself stuck. After insinuating that her previous sessions might not have been very challenging, she indignantly asked if she needed to prove it. Taking the bait, I suggested a scene that, on paper, seemed simple enough: one hand cuffed above her and the other to a weight. All she had to do was use the key to unlock her cuffs and escape, while wearing a hood, of course.
Once secured, Sarah knew right away she’d made a mistake. Using a key without sight is challenging enough, but with a 15-pound weight on your wrist, all dexterity is lost. By her third attempt, her arm was only growing weaker as was her chances of escape.
With Camila, the mere suggestion of bondage earns an immediate “Yes!” with no questions asked until she’s already helpless. Once the last strap was bolted down, pinning her securely to the floor, her confusion began to show. Realizing she could barely move, let alone escape, Camila seemed to answer her own unspoken question. Only then did I reveal the magicwand, mounting it between her legs. As it pressed firm against her pussy, her eyes widened as anticipation and dread mingled. Without warning the switch clicked on, and her world blurred. Camila’s first orgasm hit within moments, her body writhing against the restraints as she fought to escape the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through her. Defeated, she couldn’t think of anywhere else she'd rather be.
When Lucy arrived at my door, she was skeptical, worried that the bondage wouldn’t be real. Confident in her ability to escape anything but the strictest restraints, she was hoping for a true challenge. Lucky for her, I had just the thing to put her doubts to rest.
Before locking her into the wooden stocks, I secured custom-printed ball cuffs to her hands and fastened a matching collar around her neck. Once locked in place, there wasn’t a bit of wiggle room, just a snug and inescapable fit. With her stocks chained to the ceiling and her legs spread apart, her heels continued to slip as she struggled to keep them together. But I wasn’t done with her yet. Holding a heavy concrete ball in my hands, I watched her eyes widen as I tied it to a crotch rope. If she was going to escape, now was the time.
