Overwhelmed by the vibrations, Autumn tries to move away but the wand simply bounces perfectly back into place. As the third orgasm in as many minutes overtakes her, I wonder how many more it will take for her to learn her lesson.
As the minutes passed, her body twisted and feet repositioned within the limits of her chains. Secured in wooden stocks, the chains ran down to her ankle restraints, which were intentionally too short. Compelled to stay bent over, no position was comfortable. It wasn't long before Bella started to protest, but it fell on deaf ears. In her vulnerable state, it was difficult not to take advantage. As it turned out, tickling paired with some light spanking was the perfect distraction. So much so that she even began to beg to be kept locked up. It seemed it was Bella's lucky day.
A 50 pound weight was attached to the rope, now held in the air by the tension in her legs. Soon, clicks could be heard as her muscles fatigued and the rope slid through the ratchet, ensuring any slack lost couldn't be pulled back. The clicks came in small bursts, pushing her steadily toward a tighter and tighter hogtie.
Barely able to move, her real torment began. A wand was mounted on a pole in front of her, just close enough that with effort, she could barely make contact. Determined, Brat pulled hard against the ropes and managed to hold herself against it. The few days in the belt had made her extra desperate, and even on low, she was building toward her first orgasm quickly.
As Mizz Unique waited patiently for her boyfriend to get home from work, she decided to call again for an update. It didn't help that she had been staring at his bondage wall, imagining being bound to it the whole time. When he told her that the magnets mounted on the wall were for her later, she didn't believe they would hold her. How could they? Still, just the fantasy of it was making her panties wet.