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.
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.
To no one's surprise, Brat managed to earn herself another punishment. Instead of keeping her promise, she spent the morning in bed glued to her phone. Since she clearly needed help focusing, a half hour chained to a pole seemed like the right solution. No screens, no distractions. Just her collar locked in place, keeping her in a squat with no way to stand, kneel, or sit.
It doesn't take long before her legs start to burn. She squirms and shifts, but each adjustment buys her less relief than the last. As fatigue sets in, the collar tightens with every inch she drops, keeping her fully present. Brat wanted to avoid her responsibilities, now she wishes she could do nothing else.
On most days, if you put a vibrator near Bella, you can probably make her cum. After her first couple of orgasms, if she isn't secured well, she'll fight with everything she has to break free. Curious how well the 3D printed restraints would hold up, this seemed like the perfect test. With a pump gag filling her mouth and her wrists, ankles, and neck locked to a metal frame, it was time to experiment. From the moment the switch is flipped, Bella doesn't disappoint. Pleasure hits her instantly, and she pulls against the restraints in frantic desperation. The first orgasms leave her shuddering and sweating in the cold basement. Gasping for breath behind the gag, she fights to escape before the next one crashes down, but she's already too late.
Brat was being, well, herself. Initially I was going to stuff her in the cage with some cuffs and a gag but somehow knew that wouldn't stop her. Mummification would do the trick, but felt a little tit for tat was in order. So she's told to strip down to make it easier for the microfoam to stick to her. Careful to overlap each layer, she knew she was in trouble once it reached her stomach. The microfoam allows just enough stretch to tire her muscles while easily holding her tight. Once her mouth is taped shut, she's left to continue being a brat. Just much quieter and out of the way. Since she loves to escape, I figure it's only fair she's given at least a few hours to figure a way out.
