"It's too cold!" "Do I have to be gagged?" "How long will I be tied up?"
The questions and complaints were nonstop, but the message was clear. This was just her way of asking for what she really wanted. So, with a few tweaks, Bella was about to get everything she desired. Step one was to get every part of her body strapped down. The gag was next, a necessity to keep her protests at bay, at least until the next phase. Once she was helpless, some light tickling was used to ensure everything was secure. As expected, she was not going anywhere. One last addition to keep her new complaints at bay was the TENS box. Set to activate with sound, every noise she made delivered a shock.
Now rendered mute, her fun was not over. In fact, with the addition of a bucket of ice water above her, her time bound was completely in her own hands. A key to her handcuffs dangled above her, connected to a plug in the bucket. If pulled free, she would be doused with a gallon of ice water. The choice was Bella's now: struggle for hours or pull the plug and free herself early.
While answering some of her messages, Piper was asked, not for the first time, if she ever tied herself up. Having a few minutes to spare, she decided she'd answer with a video instead of a simple acknowledgement. It had been a while since she had enjoyed struggling under her own restraints, so she quickly set out her restraints. With the camera rolling, Piper started with her gag before securing her legs and wrists with steel cuffs. Her plan was a favorite and one she'd performed in countless hotel rooms during her travels. Toss the key onto the bed, hogtie herself, and try to find the key. After a few minutes of struggling, she intended to release the bind and reward herself, and her audience, with the nearby vibrator.
There was only one problem. The key she had tossed onto the bed was for a different padlock; the correct one sat mockingly on a dresser across the room. As Piper discovered this, she fought to escape as panic began to set in. There was no way she was breaking free of the steel, but her desperation compelled her to strain against them anyway. When she eventually calmed down, she realized there was only one way out, and it involved reaching her phone sitting on a coffee table several rooms away. Out of breath and energy, all she could do was rest her head on the pillow and close her eyes.
As the day started to wind down, Sage was hoping to be chained to a comfy bed to get some rest. Lucky for her, the night was still young and there were plenty of hours of torment to go. With her nipples still throbbing from her earlier predicament, she was strapped into the restraint bed with string tied to her nipples and secured to her fingers. The moment she lost focus or relaxed her grip, a jolt of pain from her nipples being pulled quickly forced her arms right back up.
Just outside her vision, a vibrator kicked on and off randomly, keeping her mind numbingly frustrated. Sage tried her best to struggle, using her tied nipples to drag herself a bit closer to orgasm. I was already one step ahead of her with a block of ice. Suspended from the ceiling and left to swing above her, the ice-cold water dripped over her naked body, helping to extinguish any embers of a potential orgasm.
With her nipples still sore from her last predicament, Sage's reprieve wasn't long. Cuffed and shackled, she was led to the basement where she was chained face down in a spread-eagle position. As drool poured from her gag, her thick collar was attached to an automated winch. To her right, a countdown clock started, and Sage knew nothing good would come when it hit zero. She tried to struggle, but the chains holding her were locked in place. Even her ball gag was frustratingly just out of her reach.
As the countdown beeped and hit zero, the winch activated, pulling her collar upwards and forcing her to all fours. The countdown instantly reset, and she was forced to watch it slowly count down before finally giving her some relief. As the countdown continued to cycle between raising and lowering her collar, exhaustion slowly started to creep in. Just then, a hood was pulled over her head and strapped in place. With everything working properly, we'll see how she fares over the next hour.
It was obvious something was on Sage's mind as she nervously paced around. Finally working up the courage, she asked if she could spend the next 24 hours in bondage, something that would really push her limits. Lucky for Sage, I had just the predicament to kick off her adventure.
The weight of the iron holding her wrists and neck secure was immediately noticeable as she struggled to hold up her arms. Spotting the nipple clamps in my hand, Sage let out a groan, knowing there was no escape. What she didn't expect was for them to be connected to the end of her pipe restraints. In an instant her nipples were on fire as she accidentally pulled on them. Quickly correcting her mistake, Sage forced her arms high, only to have them instantly fatigue. With only minutes into her predicament, she couldn't help but think she might not last the next 15 minutes, let alone 24 hours.
