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.
Kaecie was dying for an excuse to try out the heavy rope she found in the garage. Her plan was simple, but wouldn’t be easy even if everything went to plan. After putting her neck inside the noose and lowering to her knees, she locked her wrists and ankles into a hogcuff. It doesn’t take long for her to figure out how effective the position is. With her noose pulled tight, she’s forced to keep her knees on the hardwood floor. As discomfort sets in, she doesn’t even make it to the five minute mark before going for the key. There lies her big mistake. While she just barely is able to reach the key, her hands can’t reach the floor without choking herself. As Kaecie fights to keep her panic at bay, she knows if she can’t get to the key her predicament will get much worse quickly.
Rachel was feeling a bit frisky and was in the mood to be tied up. Unfortunately, I had some work to do and couldn’t stick around. Persistent as ever, I ended up making myself late to make her happy. At least, that is what she thought at first. After locking her escape key with a special date, her only way out is to remember the date to get free. Otherwise, she’ll need to try nearly 3,000 combinations to escape. Since a quick escape wouldn’t be any fun, short chains are put on her legs, keeping her from fully standing. As I won’t be back for at least 8 hours, Rachel better hope her memory helps her out.
After stepping away and leaving my lunch on the table I come back to find Piper had eaten most of it. Finding it amusing, she made no apology. She was well aware of what she was doing and the likely outcome. Lucky for her, I had a special predicament in mind and took her straight to the basement. Starting with a simple crotch rope, it’s fed to her wrists and elbows. With her arms already wrapped around a suspended bar, she’s stuck in that position. Worse, when the actuator connected to the bar is activated, her arms are pulled high, digging the crotch rope even deeper. Left on her toes and trying to ease the tension it’s clear she already regrets her choices.
I knew exactly what Brat was doing, but we both knew she was going to get her way. She didn’t like the position I was putting her in and made every effort not to cooperate. I can only guess that it wasn’t difficult enough for her. Well, if Brat wishes for a harder predicament, I’m happy to oblige. As is usually the case when she does this, regret soon sets in and becomes the model sub. There is no leniency this time as she’ll be spending 30 minutes in her predicament before the day is over. Despite her protestations, we both know this is what she really wants.