Bella wasn’t naive and knew the online ad was too good to be true. With bills stacking up and the hourly rate nearly double her previous job she couldn’t resist. What was the harm in an interview? As she suspected, the maid position came with some strings. Rope, to be more accurate. Having played with handcuffs in the bedroom before, Bella couldn’t help but think it might be fun. After changing into her uniform, ropes were added to her arms. This made her task of folding panties a bit harder but seemed easy enough. When the interviewer comes she’s told she’s got the job and she’ll be starting immediately. Before she can protest, a tape gag is added and more rope is added. As the door shuts, locking her in the room, Bella kicks herself for walking right into their trap.
Tying up Bella in vulnerable positions never gets old. Every inch of her body is dialed to eleven so every touch or vibration gets her screaming. Straps lock her waist and legs down while a straitjacket lets her thrash and squirm as much as she wants. Even with the wand on low Bella’s body races towards orgasm within minutes. As soon as she does, the tickling begins. Back and forth until she’s screaming for some relief. While letting her free isn’t an option, I relent and give her the option of which torment she wants. Switching between forced orgasms and tickling, she can’t make up her mind.
We do things like apply a brutal zipper clip and she screams in agony when we tear it off, but when we check between her thighs her pussy is dripping wet.
Details matter when accepting a challenge. It was something Bella should have kept in mind when accepting mine. With four hundred dollars on the line, she would try regardless. With a key in hand, she’s all too eager to put herself in the waiting cuffs. As promised, I added a few more around her elbows and fingers. Her gagged expression showed that she didn’t like her chances. To give her a fighting chance, she’s told she’ll be stuck like that for two hours unless of course she escapes first. I thought I was generous giving her plenty of time, but apparently, Bella disagreed. That probably was a detail Bella should have asked about at the start.
I love working with Sylvie! She is a super gorgeous fashion model, very flexible and submissive! Sylvie will basically do anything I tell her to do, which is a lot of fun! In shiny leggings and a huge heavy (solid) spiked collar, Sylvie will attempt to stand and walk in ballet boots. It’s not her first time, but it’s been many years since she tried this, so let’s see how she does!
Feeling frisky in her catsuit Autumn asked if she could be tied up while eyeing the magic wand nearby. Knowing what she was hoping for I let her believe it while I zipped a tens box inside her catsuit. Once the zipper goes up it's too late to back out. One she realizes things are not going as she planned she starts to have second thoughts. A good jolt from the tens gets her back on track, however. Trying to avoid continued shocks she gags and cuffs herself and ends up in the cage. Begrudgingly she closed the door behind her knowing her fate was sealed.
Amanda stands alone in the basement with only the silence and four leather cuffs holding her limbs far apart. The spreader bar holding her wrists up is just high enough to keep her on her toes. Caught in a balance between pressure on her wrists or ache in her legs. Her grunting and moaning don't help her situation but Amanda can't help it. Her only saving grace is the catsuit and struggling is keeping her warm in the cold basement. At least under her captor returns and pulls the front zipper all the way down.
As a bead of sweat starts to form on her forehead after the 4th minute in Amanda started to regret accepting the bet. Having stood for long periods of time before in ballet boots a hundred bucks seemed like easy money for only 20 minutes. Each of her hands are bound and outstretched while her harness gag keeps her from bending her knees for any relief. As the 7th minute passes by Amanda wants to quit more than anything but knows she can't. It's not pride or the money she's concerned with, it's losing the bet. Losing would mean spending 20 minutes in any position of my choosing; including her current one. One way or another, she's forced to win her bet or be doomed to repeat it.