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.
From the moment she walked through the door, Bella clearly had her own ideas about how the day would go. The theme was obvious: sexy outfits, orgasms, and maybe a little bondage if she was in the mood. Lucky for her, I had something in mind to snap her back into the submissive good girl I knew she could be. Stripped to just her thong, her hands, feet, and mouth are sealed tight with tape. Once inside the cage, custom nipple clamps are screwed on and threaded through a ten-pound weight. Even with her fingers free, there is no removing them without a wrench.
After simmering in the cage for a while, awkwardly trying to stay comfortable with weighted clamps, her attitude had noticeably shifted. When the door finally opens, she crawls out on all fours, doing her best to drag the weight along. Desperate for relief and eager to behave, her lesson is clearly sinking in. As a reward, she is offered a little time with the magic wand, and this time, she knows she's earned it.
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.
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.
