After seeing an ad online for a new kinky escape room Bella and Piper couldn’t wait to try it out. Having done a few in the past, they were excited to see how this one would be different. During orientation, they learned the rules were simple. They would both be tied up and would need to work together to get free. Once their team had them tied up Bella finds herself hooded and unable to see. Piper can see, but is unable to speak through her tape gag. Without Bella’s help, Piper has no way to escape. Likewise, Bella can’t free herself from the wall without Piper telling her the code. If Piper can’t solve the problem in front of her, neither have a chance of escape anytime soon!
Coming from a climate where 70 degrees (21℃) is considered cold, her tolerance to it is near zero. After securing Bella’s elbows, legs, and mouth with tape, I let her know I had a special surprise. For the last hour I had a pile of chains sitting outside in a snowbank. Now piled all around her, she’ll need to brave touching the chains to get the scissors across the room. Even if she waits until they reach room temperature, it won’t help her situation much. Bella has no choice but to brave the cold on her bare skin.
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.
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.
Tying up Bella in vulnerable positions never gets old. Every inch of her body is dialed to eleven so every touch or vibration gets her screaming. Straps lock her waist and legs down while a straitjacket lets her thrash and squirm as much as she wants. Even with the wand on low Bella’s body races towards orgasm within minutes. As soon as she does, the tickling begins. Back and forth until she’s screaming for some relief. While letting her free isn’t an option, I relent and give her the option of which torment she wants. Switching between forced orgasms and tickling, she can’t make up her mind.
