With a gauntlet of activities planned for Camila, there was one that I knew she was dreading. With her helplessly locked in stocks with security mittens and ankles chained apart, the TENS box is revealed. Reflexily she jerks at the restraints, but she knows those chains will hold. Since always has a tendency to be a brat and run her mouth, it's set to activate with sound and placed next to her mouth. Camila starts to protest but instantly cuts herself short as she winces in pain.
It doesn't take long for her to realize that even struggling causes the chains to trigger painful shocks. Something that Camila finds nearly impossible to do as a flogger is used. Worse, anytime she feels she's getting used to it, the power level is turned up a bit more. By the time it reaches 40%, a magic wand suddenly sets her world spinning. With so many sensations, and her first orgasm hits within a minute. Camila wants to scream with pleasure as she fights to get away, overwhelmed by it all. With no escape, she submits to the pleasure and pain.
To no one's surprise, Brat managed to earn herself another punishment. Instead of keeping her promise, she spent the morning in bed glued to her phone. Since she clearly needed help focusing, a half hour chained to a pole seemed like the right solution. No screens, no distractions. Just her collar locked in place, keeping her in a squat with no way to stand, kneel, or sit.
It doesn't take long before her legs start to burn. She squirms and shifts, but each adjustment buys her less relief than the last. As fatigue sets in, the collar tightens with every inch she drops, keeping her fully present. Brat wanted to avoid her responsibilities, now she wishes she could do nothing else.
As the afternoon settles in on Sugar's second day in total bondage, she's granted a small mercy. Freed from her chastity belt, she's tied to a pole with a rope around her neck and a wand suspended between her legs. In this setup, positioning is everything, and getting the orgasm she's been craving won't come easy. With limited use of her hands, maintaining pressure on the wand becomes her first challenge.
At first glance, the leotard and pantyhose seem harmless, but they slide far too easily against the smooth wood floor. Each effort to grind against the wand only pulls her lower, tightening the neck rope as she slips down the pole. Within minutes, she's struggling just to stay upright, torn between breathing and chasing release. One way or another, she has to finish. If she doesn't, it's back in the belt for another long, frustrating week.
Bella was spending the night by herself to rest up for a full day of bondage. Unable to sleep, she helped herself to the liquor cabinet, got a little tipsy, and started to explore. In one of the rooms, she found a setup with handcuffs and a magnet attached to a timed release. Figuring a little early bondage fun might wear her out, Bella set the timer for what she thought was 10 minutes. After cuffing her ankles and strapping a ball gag into her mouth, she secured her wrists and quickly settled into enjoying her predicament.
It was only after struggling for a while that something felt wrong. The timer should have released her by now. Concerned, she reached for the keys nearby. In her inebriated state, Bella made two crucial mistakes. The timer was not set for 10 minutes, but instead an exhausting 10 hours. Worse, the keys she had tossed near her wrists were just out of reach. The good news was the rig was part of a prototype test for a magnetic lock. With nobody showing up until the morning, Bella would have all night to test the lock.
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.
