With a bit of trepidation Bella walked through my door seeing walls of restraints, toys, and furniture filled with eyelets. She had come to get tied up and looking around there was no chance of that not happening. I decided to start her off easy, just some heavy chains, posture collar, and hinged handcuffs. Right away she's like a kid in a candy store and loving every minute. Stepping things up I undo the crotch zipper and zip in a Hitachi vibe. Bella's orgasms flood over her as much as her drool; her handcuffs keeping her hands well away from the off switch.
As a bead of sweat starts to form on her forehead after the 4th minute in Amanda started to regret accepting the bet. Having stood for long periods of time before in ballet boots a hundred bucks seemed like easy money for only 20 minutes. Each of her hands are bound and outstretched while her harness gag keeps her from bending her knees for any relief. As the 7th minute passes by Amanda wants to quit more than anything but knows she can't. It's not pride or the money she's concerned with, it's losing the bet. Losing would mean spending 20 minutes in any position of my choosing; including her current one. One way or another, she's forced to win her bet or be doomed to repeat it.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.
When Monica arrives she finds nobody home and a note to keep herself busy for a few hours. Quickly becoming bored she decides on some playful self-bondage to pass the time. She straps ballgag in her mouth first before putting on a set of legcuffs and handcuffs. Making her way into the cage she closes the door behind her to play the damsel role; giggling all the while. It's not until she's had enough and tries to push the seemingly unlocked door open that it doesn't budge. Secured with a 1,200lb magnet her 110lb body has no hope of budging it. Panic now sets in as Monica knows she's really stuck and worse, the keys are sitting on top of the cage out of reach. With hours to go before anybody will be home Monica's stuck playing a real damsel for a while.
Chatting with Lilly earlier in the day she made a comment that she was hoping for a challenge; something she'd regret asking for. Flipping through a mental library of predicaments, I knew just what would suit her nicely. Cuffed and shackled in a standing Y position with a large muzzle gag strapped in place I could see the regret on her face as I walked closer with a set of clover clamps. The real fun started when her cuffs above her head were tethered to her newly donned clamps on her nipples. Any attempt to rest them going forward will only pull harder on her nipples. A fact she is painfully reminded of as Lilly fights to keep her arms up. After only minutes she wants out but forced to hold her arms up. As I step away I give her a knowing look; one that tells her there's only one way the clamps come off and it's not with my help.
