As the afternoon settles in on Sugar's second day in total bondage, she's granted a small mercy. Freed from her chastity belt, she's tied to a pole with a rope around her neck and a wand suspended between her legs. In this setup, positioning is everything, and getting the orgasm she's been craving won't come easy. With limited use of her hands, maintaining pressure on the wand becomes her first challenge.
At first glance, the leotard and pantyhose seem harmless, but they slide far too easily against the smooth wood floor. Each effort to grind against the wand only pulls her lower, tightening the neck rope as she slips down the pole. Within minutes, she's struggling just to stay upright, torn between breathing and chasing release. One way or another, she has to finish. If she doesn't, it's back in the belt for another long, frustrating week.
Even though Sugar was given a choice on how difficult the challenge would be, I knew she'd pick the harder path. With trepidation, she locks her hands behind her back knowing there's no going back. Attached to the clover clamps on her nipples is a heavy chain. Her salvation lies a few feet away, but reaching that key will push her to her limits. Grunts from her muzzle gag are the only indication of her regret choosing the heavier chain. Little by little she manages to get a bit higher on each attempt. In order to reach the key she'll need to lift her anchor off the ground completely or lose and face the consequences.
After spending the night bound to her bed it is now a new day, one that Sugar isn't looking forward to. Spending a weekend in bondage seemed like a great idea, but after 24 hours and a restless night, she's very much regretting this idea. Despite this, she still has plenty of energy and doesn't give up. Leaving her in the straitjacket, some rope is added along with a pump gag to help focus some of that energy. Eventually she's suspended from the ceiling by her jacket. Even in this utterly helpless state, she gives it her all but it's no use.
As Sugar wraps up her first day of her bondage weekend, it's time for her to go to sleep for the night. Hoping for some sort of reprieve, she knows none will come as a straitjacket is strapped tightly around her. Chains follow further securing her to the bed she'll be spending the night in. Once she's secure, a tape gag and hood complete her isolation before the lights are dimmed and she's left for the night. Sugar tries her best to fight the anxiety of being unable to move or see. Despite being exhausted from the days bondage, she finds herself wide awake and counting the seconds until morning.
Now that Sugar has finished washing the floor, her long weekend continues. She's untied and put into cuffs and a steel collar for her next ordeal. Tethered to the floor, she's told to unwrap the vetwrap for her mummificaiton. Not knowing what to expect, Sugar is nervous but knows the terms of our arrangement. Once she's wrapped, I pull out a couple of surprises for her. Already anxious about how tight the wrap is, her collar is locked to the floor with a short chain. All hope of escape is now erased. Her final surprised a nipple clamp tree. Clover clamps pinch her nipples as a dial pulls them tighter and tighter. In her helpless state, no amount of struggle will knock them free.
