After a long day of doing mean things to Bella I felt a bit guilty. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her have an orgasm or two before the day is out. With her fitted tight in a straitjacket, belts lock her tight to the chair. A wand is stuffed down her pantyhose while a gag makes sure she doesn't make too much noise. Knowing how much she hates hoods, I couldn't help but be a little mean. We can't give her the wrong idea after all. I'm sure after a dozen or so orgasms she won't care.
After spilling wine over a brand new catsuit, Gomita needed a little time to reflect. After pulling a straitjacket onto her, she figured that would be it. Unfortunately for her, a microfoam gag comes next keeping any further protests at bay. Straps to frogtie her legs, and finally a hood to put her in isolation. After a few minutes of struggling I pull her close by her straps. Gomita thinks she's being let go but instead she's lowered into the cage and locked in. Maybe by morning she'll have learned to be a bit more careful.
Over the course of weeks Bella expressed her love for bondage and her wish to live out some of her fantasies. Most were tame but certainly a few that piqued my interest. So when I noticed her still asleep I figured why not jump into the thick of it. Once she was in the basement, taped hands, mouth, and a hood should give her a start when she wakes up. I'm sure Bella would have preferred to start simple with some time in the cage. We'll have to see once the weekend is over if reality is as fun as her fantasies.
It had been far too long since Amelia had been properly tied up. I knew just the thing to do the trick. Gagged tightly a hood goes over her head blocking out all vision as well. Amelia's arms are cinched into a straitjacket and it's all sealed together with a stiff collar. To make things interesting her legs are cuffed around a pole and her collar locked as well to keep her upright.
Sage manages to get herself into trouble again but this time she's not going to get off so easily. Gagged with a 2" ball gag, she's then hooded and collared. An armbinder keeps her arms secure with a couple of belts doing the same for her legs. For good measure, I put her in the cage to dial up her helplessness. Carelessly, the timer on the cage is set to two minutes instead of two hours and she manages to get out. It affords her some time to struggle and sweat in her hood. Her labored breathing sucking the fabric close to her face. I eventually discover the mistake and make sure to restart the timer properly this time. Starting at the full two hours of course.
