It only took a week into her two week sentence before Lucy was at my door. Despite her practically begging me to keep the keys from her I let her in. No amount of pleading would have me giving up those keys early. If anything I wanted to extend her time. I could tell she was getting frustrated so I offered a challenge. If she could escape a pair of handcuffs, with the key, I'd open the belt. In her desperation Lucy readily accepts without asking details. So when I put her in hinged handcuffs and elbow cuffs she knows she's in trouble. We both know she's not getting free without help but only one of us has accepted this fact. There's no way to know for sure chances are good she'll be spending a least a month in her belt. Maybe I'll charge her an extra week to let her out of the cuffs?
When Lucy sees new toys on her bed she can't help herself. She knows she should wait for her boyfriend to come over to play with them but what's the fun in that. Having got herself stuck before she keeps her self-bondage simple. After locking her new chastity belt her favorite ballgag is next followed by matching pink handcuffs. Right away Lucy's imagination goes wild with the possibility of being locked in the belt for days or weeks, frustrated out of her mind. She thinks of all the things she'll do to convince her boyfriend to let her free or at least orgasm. Her fantasy fades as she removed her handcuffs and gag. Her chastity belt is another matter. After trying all the keys twice the lock remains in place. While she assumed her boyfriend left the correct keys to the belt it's clear he has other plans.
I could tell you that Maggie deserved to be punished. That if she manages to get free of her ropes that I'll have mercy and give her the keys to her belt. I could say these things, but they wouldn't be true. Maggie is tightly bound in a reverse prayer because I want her bound that way. She's in a chastity belt until I decide it comes off. While it's no secret I do these things for my own enjoyment but more importantly, I do them because she wants me to.
Like with many things in life it can always be worse. Struggling in rope it was clear from her struggling and noise that she wasn't happy with her situation. A ballgag easily took care of that problem but she was still persistent. To give her something to really complain about I brought out a chastity belt for her to wear. Immediately she twisted and turned to prevent it going on. A few tugs of the knots and her legs pulled wide severely limiting her movement and an easy target for the chastity belt. With it locked on she renews her fury to get free but it's no use. While sit back and watch her burn off her frustration I can't help but wonder how she'll react when I tell her how long the belt is staying on.
Stasha is given another self-bondage challenge to redeem herself. For this one, she stuffs her mouth with a rag before taping it closed. Keys, mostly dummies, are scattered around the house for her to find. Some are blindly tossed and end up hard to get to or reach. Once she is bound and can't escape, it doesn't take long to figure out that she might have overdone it again. With her feet hobbled, traveling up and down stairs and between rooms slows her escape considerably. Not remembering where she hid all of the keys is certainly not helping her situation either. After finding a half dozen decoy keys, it's obvious Stasha is getting pretty frustrated. That won't get her out any quicker, and she's got many more rooms to search.
