For months, SleepyCat was looking forward to her visit. The idea of wearing something beyond fuzzy handcuffs was truly exciting. As she toured the space, it became obvious what her real agenda was. She didn't want to just be tied up, but also have a vibrator tied tightly between her legs. So when I suggested she try on the fiddle, Cat didn't hesitate.
Once locked in, she was offered the key and a reward if she could get free. Assuming it would be easy and she'd be on her way to an orgasm in no time, she eagerly accepted. Unfortunately for her, with the lock under the device, only then did she realize there was no way to reach it. Grunts of agitation filled the room as a ball gag was strapped into her mouth. When asked if she knew what the first lesson was yet, but was only met with a glare. I'm sure she'll figure it out over the next few days.
As Ariel toured the studio, admiring all the toys and gear, her eyes lit up when she spotted a straitjacket. I offered to let her try it out; she said it had been years since she'd been in one and loved how they felt. Making sure it was plenty tight, she was then gagged with some mild protest.
After she's tied into a hogtie, she really started to protest and made it clear she was ready to be released. Ariel knew better, though. Her release would have to be earned, and across the room lay her salvation. A simple bell that when rung would grant her freedom. Getting there would take some effort, but Ariel knew she had no choice if she wanted out of her bondage.
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.
During her visit, Lucy couldn't help but make a few subtle comments about the collection of hoods and impact toys scattered around the studio. She tried to play it off casually, but her curiosity was clear. So once she was strapped into a straitjacket and had no way out, I decided to give her exactly what she was hinting at. Frogtied and secured to a padded horse, a tight hood keeps her guessing what will come next. With each new toy that landed on her exposed thighs, the skin grew redder and more sensitive. Her muffled moans match each impact through the hood and gag as she squirmed against the straps. Helpless to stop what she had so clearly asked for.
I knew exactly what Kaecie was thinking as I tied her to the good girl chair. She was already preparing herself, doing everything she could to resist an orgasm. Just to spite me. But life is full of learning experiences, and this time, I came prepared. With the wand already running on high, I gave her a few moments to steel her body and mind. Once she was locked in, I explained the rules of today's game: she doesn't get free until she orgasms.
Even behind the pump gag, I could see the realization hit. We both knew the catch. Once Kaecie commits to denial, turning that train around is nearly impossible. She should have known that I wouldn't let her get away with being a brat forever. Then again, maybe this was her master plan all along.
