It didn't take much convincing to get Ess into a spread eagle when it was hinted a wand would be involved. Once tied up and gagged, the rules of the experiment didn't have her thrilled. Instead of a long afternoon filled with orgasms, she'd need to try her best to resist.
At first, she thought it would be a cakewalk. After all, the wand was only on its lowest setting, and she figured she could easily zone out or think of something else. But after just a few minutes, that confidence started to crack. Her hips squirmed against the restraints involuntarily, her breath deepened, and she realized it was going to be far harder than she anticipated. The gag muffled her frustrated moans as her body betrayed her. By the time the experiment switched to high, Ess was losing her mind. Despite her best efforts, an orgasm seemed inevitable.
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.
Unable to decide whose turn it was to get tied up, Bella suggests a game to settle it. The rules are simple: both girls hogtie themselves and toss a key for each of them to opposite sides of the room. Once the handcuffs click into place, there's no escape for either of them until one of them can get to a key. It's a tug of war from the start, and they both know that whoever wins won't be letting the other free anytime soon.
As Bella and Piper pull, twist, and fight across the floor, exhaustion quickly sets in. Even their catsuits work against them, offering no leverage on the slick wood floor. If they're not careful, their competitive nature might land them in the worst situation of all. Stalemate.
belts, ice, lingerie, restraint-bed, stockings, strict, tickling, water
#2147 2025-05-23 71 photos, 16 min video
Ariel had only seen the lighter, more glamorous side of my bondage work. So when she reached out for her first visit, she had a very different experience in mind. What she got instead was strapped tightly to the restraint bed, unable to move an inch. Unexpected, sure, but a pleasant surprise in her mind. Maybe this wouldn't be boring after all.
Just as she began to settle into her restraints, the real torment started. An onslaught of tickling, ice, and water hit her all at once, forcing every muscle in her body to tense. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but endure and try to catch her breath. Even in the brief moments of reprieve, a block of ice stayed pressed against her pussy while another slowly dripped onto her face from above. Mascara running, body cold and soaked, a dreadful thought crept in. If this was only the first fifteen minutes, what would the next two days bring?
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.
