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's always fun to keep Rachel on her toes, but didn't expect her predicament to be so literal this time. Mouth sealed shut with tape with more pressing her arms and elbows together, she's already helpless. Her real fun begins when she's bolted into a rigid collar, compelled to keep on her toes. Nipple clamps soon follow and are connected to her collar, adding a second reason to stay high on her toes. It doesn't take long before fatigue starts to set in. Desperate, she tries to reach her clamps and gain some relief, but it's no use.
Hearing the noises from downstairs, Bella got out of bed to find out what they were. It didn't take long to discover the new contraption I had started to work on. Still a bit cranky from being woken up early, it seemed the perfect opportunity to do some early testing. Why not put all that anger into something constructive, like trying to escape? With her wrist and ankle cuffs still locked on from the night before, her wrists are locked behind her secured to the frame. As expected, Bella started to fight against the restraints and chains, but to no avail. With a few more adjustments, her arms were pulled up into a strappado, and another chain was added, pulling her head back and leaving her barely able to move.
Brat loved her last mummification and was hoping to try it again. Lucky for her, I knew just how I wanted to do it. To get her started, vinyl tape was used to secure her body to a metal frame. She loves to plan her escape in advance, so this ensured she couldn't interfere with the next step. Heavy pallet wrap was tightly coiled around her legs and body, leaving her unable to move a muscle. Regretful whimpers escaped her lips as the wrap encased her arms and chest against the metal frame. Brat knew there wouldn't be any escape this time.
Her real surprise came when the frame was lifted and suspended in the air. The intensity had her trying her best to break free, but she could only move her head, causing her to sway. The job wasn't done, and more wrap was used to secure her head and neck, leaving her completely immobile, blind, and helpless. Even when tickled, an act that typically had her thrashing around, not a muscle moved.
As someone who's made a lot of gear, I was really curious how the design of the MagBound(R) fiddle (or neck pillory) would hold up. After pulling Sugar away from her latex dress up playtime, I teased that I had a fun challenge. Dubious, she accepted, knowing from experience the fun would be mostly from my perspective. Starting with a tape gag, the fiddle was next, secured using a magnet connected to a timer. Her only job now was to escape if she could. For motivation, I rolled some virtual dice to see how long Sugar would be trapped in the contraption. Judging by her reaction, she wasn't pleased with the result. All the more reason to give it all she's got. Surely, some plastic and a magnet aren't enough to hold her, right?
