It had been far too long since Kaecie was mummified, and she was clearly hoping that oversight would be taken care of. Since we would be making up for lost time, it seemed prudent to go the extra mile and ensure she would remember it for a while. To achieve this, it was often the little things that mattered most. Like having her wear a latex leotard, ensuring the pallet wrap would hold her in place while insulating against sweat. Or hooking the heels of her ballet boots to the steel frame so her toes would feel the pressure of standing in them while suspended in the air.
Several layers circled her body from head to toe, leaving only her nose exposed; a hoist brought her into the air. Gagged and unable to see, for a few brief moments all she could register was the slight sway of her body. Unfortunately for her, the constriction of the pallet wrap continued to compress her body, requiring her to focus on breathing. As the minutes passed, Kaecie developed a rhythm. Then came a faint click, and her pussy was suddenly assaulted with the vibrations of a magic wand. She had forgotten it was entombed under layers of plastic and impossible to dislodge.
Sarah was confident going into this challenge, even bragging about how she had gotten herself free while blindfolded. To put this to the test, she was gagged with a pump gag and placed on a padded horse. For the experiment, she would start with basic handcuffs connected by a chain. To ensure Sarah was properly motivated, a TENS unit would shock her after one minute. As she escaped each pair, the difficulty would increase. Once the timer started and the pressure was on, her talents seemed to go out the window. After enduring the first shock, she assumed the experiment was over. Unfortunately for Sarah, it was only the start of a new experiment. How many shocks would it take for her to escape?
As Mizz Unique waited patiently for her boyfriend to get home from work, she decided to call again for an update. It didn't help that she had been staring at his bondage wall, imagining being bound to it the whole time. When he told her that the magnets mounted on the wall were for her later, she didn't believe they would hold her. How could they? Still, just the fantasy of it was making her panties wet.
Finding the controls behind the wall, she turned on the power and set the timer to 8 hours. She figured that either he would come home and find her helpless and skip right to dessert, or she would be forced to pull herself free. She was especially excited since it was the first time she had done any self-bondage. As she secured her ankles and cuffed her wrists, one thing was certain: she would be going commando if they went out.
Before Unique could chicken out, she slid both plates against the MagLocks. She pulled tentatively at first but quickly became more deliberate. Clearly these were not like the fridge magnets she was expecting. As the minutes passed, she started to put all of her weight into it, at least as much as her wrists could take. It was no use. As long as he was home within the next hour, she knew she would be a little sore but still up for their date. As she struggled, she couldn't hear her phone buzzing with messages. "Sorry babe, the entire system crashed and we're going to be here all night. Don't have too much fun without me!"
If it were up to Sugar, she would have spent the day on her phone rotting away on social media. Clearly, she needed a distraction, and within minutes her arms were rendered useless in a straitjacket. While being unable to use her phone was torture enough on its own, it seemed only fair to pass the time with a game. The rules were simple. A random number was picked, and she was shocked with the TENS box for every incorrect guess. Unfortunately for Sugar, luck was not on her side that day.
Whenever Kaecie comes to visit, she is always looking for a challenge, and today would be no exception. Lucky for her, I had the perfect predicament in mind. Rope secured her arms behind her back, and her legs were tied together. One more rope could pull her into a hogtie, but that alone wouldn't be much of a predicament for Kaecie. So while she struggled in her ropes, a thick rope was linked to her chest harness, threaded through her legs, and up to the ceiling. Noticing what was coming next, she straightened out her body, but we knew it would only delay the inevitable. A 50 pound weight was attached to the rope, now held in the air by the tension in her legs. Soon, clicks could be heard as her muscles fatigued and the rope slid through the ratchet, ensuring any slack lost couldn't be pulled back. The clicks came in small bursts, pushing her steadily toward a tighter and tighter hogtie.
