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.
I'd tied up Camila enough times to know one thing for certain: she didn't just like to be tied up, she loved to give you a reason to torment her and cinch the ropes just a bit tighter. Despite knowing this, she couldn't help but turn her brattiness up to eleven. I knew she was baiting me, but in this case, I was perfectly okay with it. Already tied tight to a pole, more ropes were used to cinch her elbows together behind her back. One more went from her wrists to her crotch rope, ensuring every struggle dug it in a bit deeper.
With her struggling and fighting against me the whole time, the binds reached a tipping point, and her resistance became futile. Now it was time for payback as she's tickled, slapped, and spanked. Screams of frustration filled the room even though she knew exactly what would happen. What she didn't expect was the block of ice I pulled from the freezer. Knowing her hatred of ice on her skin, her regret was obvious, as were her infuriated screams as it slid up her leg to her pussy. Camila tried her best to escape the cold kiss of the ice, but she'd made her bed.
As it turns out, letting Luna come up with ways to torment her is always a winner. Though, in this case, it may be a little self serving. Using a dildo attachment and iron pipe mounted to a post, Luna found herself mounted on a immobile one bar prison. Arm length latex mittens are slipped on while belts secure them in a chicken wing tie. As a final touch, a large red ball gag is secured in her mouth. Even with the gag, it was easy to see how much she was enjoying trying to escape her perch.
While her idea was to use the wand to tease out an orgasm or two, I felt her idea needed some tweaks. So with a few strips of tape, Luna could now feel the head of the magic wand press firm against the clit of her impaled pussy. Once turned on low, her reaction was immediate. Despite being told not to cum, it was just a matter of time before she could succumb. She's never given the chance and it's switched to high, sending her over the edge in seconds. With no way to escape, the orgasms will just keep coming.
Kaecie was due for another predicament, and I had a perfect one in mind. Everything started with a heavy muzzle gag with a ball gag underneath. Next, her latex-covered arms were cinched tight with rope behind her back, drawing her elbows close enough to touch. While one rope tied her wrists off to one side of the room and pulled her into a strappado, another wrapped around her waist into a crotch rope. The end of this was secured to an opposite wall. Before everything was pulled tight, one last rope attached her harness to the ceiling, leaving her teetering in her heels.
Drool now poured from Kaecie's gagged mouth onto the floor; she knew what was going to happen next. One by one, the ropes were cinched tighter, one pulling her arms back, the other pulling her crotch rope forward. Within moments, she was panting and struggling to find a position remotely comfortable. The only thing holding her up was the harness tethered above. What she didn't know was that there was still a surprise in store for her in the form of a 15-pound weight. Once attached to the middle of her long crotch rope to the wall, it will definitely amp up Kaecie's little predicament.
