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.
Bella was in the mood for some orgasms but needed a little foreplay first. Knowing how much she loves rope, that was a sure thing. Of course, I couldn't help but make it a little difficult for her. With her arms frogtied, her legs were tied apart on the hardwood floor. Since Bella was wearing pantyhose, she had to strain to keep herself together, and it was obvious the humiliating position was doing the trick.
Eventually she found herself on the floor with a wand stuffed into her pantyhose, and it was obvious an orgasm wasn't far off. Since she had been such a good sport, her arms were untied to help things along. With her legs still tied apart and screaming with pleasure into the roof, Bella finally got the dessert she was looking for.
She had spent weeks working up the nerve to try out her new self bondage device. A self contained magnetic lock with unlimited possibilities, especially useful when nobody was around to tie her up properly. To ensure everything would go to plan, she had tested it over and over. She had even attempted to lock herself up, but would keep chickening out and give the voice command to release the lock. Today would be different.
For her first real experience, Ariel knew a gag would be needed. A harness gag with a large ball would ensure no release commands could get through. Since this would be a short test, she opted for nipple clamps. They would have her in tears if left on for even ten minutes, but she loved how helpless she felt being unable to take them off. Last came her favorite Darby cuffs connected to her collar, the chain just short enough to make things uncomfortable. Before she changed her mind, she dropped the keys to the floor. Immediately, Ariel's heart started to race. She began to pull against her restraints and reach for the keys until her nipples felt like they were on fire. Time slowed as she tried to call out the release command, but it was no use. Just as she started to calm herself, her home assistant started to speak. "Time elapsed, sending release command...... Connection Error".
Despite being in the mood to be tied up earlier, Rachel couldn't help but protest once the ropes started to be pulled tight. Before her gag was pulled into place, she made it clear she was hoping for something a bit more pleasurable between her legs. Instead, she had a spike strip pressed against her by a crotch rope, which seemed to only enrage her further.
If she really wanted to be free, it seemed only fair that she earn it. As it happened, I had a new device that would be perfect. Once wired, all she had to do was hold down a button and endure a not so tiny shock for 10 seconds. After that, she would be free. Eager to be free, Rachel immediately held it down. A scream of pain and frustration poured past her gag as she barely made it past 3 seconds. She should have known it wouldn't be easy. What she didn't know was that the intensity increased after each attempt, ensuring she couldn't simply build a tolerance. Eventually she would be willing to pay the price for her release. She just had to want it badly enough.
It is another weekend and another long list of chores that need to be done. Unsurprisingly, Brat is dragging her feet and making no effort to get started. Instead of resorting to my usual methods, she offered a compromise. She would be tied up, and I would watch her struggle while doing her chores. Without a second thought, her eyes lit up, and she accepted before I could change my mind.
Once she was tied against the wall, she assumed the couple of hours would be a cakewalk. With her only footing being some iron pipes, it only took minutes before her feet started to ache. Her predicament was just getting started as another pipe was secured between her legs. To keep the pressure off her pussy, Brat has to rise even higher on her toes. After 10 minutes her muscles were straining to find any comfortable position. By 15, Brat knew she had made a terrible mistake. She tried to plead her way out but knew she was stuck until everything was done. Suddenly, a couple of hours of chores didn't sound so bad.
