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.
In town for a few days, SleepyCat was hoping to have some fun and try something new. Wanting to start with the basics, we kept it simple with rope, tying her arms securely behind her back. Her legs were spread and tied apart, with a rope from her hair to the ceiling to make sure she could not squirm away. Once the blindfold was added, it was clear she felt completely helpless and a little nervous.
Lucky for her, a little time with a magic wand was the perfect way to take the edge off. Within moments, she was grinding against the wand, all anxiousness forgotten. The ropes no longer mattered. The only thing she could focus on was the orgasm building inside her.
With Camila, the mere suggestion of bondage earns an immediate "Yes!" with no questions asked until she's already helpless. Once the last strap was bolted down, pinning her securely to the floor, her confusion began to show. Realizing she could barely move, let alone escape, Camila seemed to answer her own unspoken question. Only then did I reveal the magicwand, mounting it between her legs. As it pressed firm against her pussy, her eyes widened as anticipation and dread mingled. Without warning the switch clicked on, and her world blurred. Camila's first orgasm hit within moments, her body writhing against the restraints as she fought to escape the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through her. Defeated, she couldn't think of anywhere else she'd rather be.
When Lucy arrived at my door, she was skeptical, worried that the bondage wouldn't be real. Confident in her ability to escape anything but the strictest restraints, she was hoping for a true challenge. Lucky for her, I had just the thing to put her doubts to rest.
Before locking her into the wooden stocks, I secured custom-printed ball cuffs to her hands and fastened a matching collar around her neck. Once locked in place, there wasn't a bit of wiggle room, just a snug and inescapable fit. With her stocks chained to the ceiling and her legs spread apart, her heels continued to slip as she struggled to keep them together. But I wasn't done with her yet. Holding a heavy concrete ball in my hands, I watched her eyes widen as I tied it to a crotch rope. If she was going to escape, now was the time.
