As Sugar wraps up her first day of her bondage weekend, it’s time for her to go to rest for the night. Hoping for some sort of reprieve, she knows none will come as a straitjacket is strapped tightly around her. Chains follow further securing her to the bed she’ll be spending the night in. Once she’s secure, a tape gag and hood complete her isolation before the lights are dimmed and she’s left for the night. Sugar tries her best to fight the anxiety of being unable to move or see. Despite being exhausted from the days bondage, she finds herself wide awake and counting the seconds until morning.

As Sugar wraps up her first day of her bondage weekend, it’s time for her to go to rest for the night. Hoping for some sort of reprieve, she knows none will come as a straitjacket is strapped tightly around her. Chains follow further securing her to the bed she’ll be spending the night in. Once she’s secure, a tape gag and hood complete her isolation before the lights are dimmed and she’s left for the night. Sugar tries her best to fight the anxiety of being unable to move or see. Despite being exhausted from the days bondage, she finds herself wide awake and counting the seconds until morning.

If it were up to Sugar, she would have spent the day on her phone rotting away on social media. Clearly, she needed a distraction, and within minutes her arms were rendered useless in a straitjacket. While being unable to use her phone was terrible enough on its own, it seemed only fair to pass the time with a game. The rules were simple. A random number was picked, and she was shocked with the TENS box for every incorrect guess. Unfortunately for Sugar, luck was not on her side that day.

If it were up to Sugar, she would have spent the day on her phone rotting away on social media. Clearly, she needed a distraction, and within minutes her arms were rendered useless in a straitjacket. While being unable to use her phone was terrible enough on its own, it seemed only fair to pass the time with a game. The rules were simple. A random number was picked, and she was shocked with the TENS box for every incorrect guess. Unfortunately for Sugar, luck was not on her side that day.

After spending the night bound to her bed it is now a new day, one that Sugar isn’t looking forward to. Spending a weekend in bondage seemed like a great idea, but after 24 hours and a restless night, she’s very much regretting this idea. Despite this, she still has plenty of energy and doesn't give up. Leaving her in the straitjacket, some rope is added along with a pump gag to help focus some of that energy. Eventually she’s suspended from the ceiling by her jacket. Even in this utterly helpless state, she gives it her all but it’s no use.

After spending the night bound to her bed it is now a new day, one that Sugar isn’t looking forward to. Spending a weekend in bondage seemed like a great idea, but after 24 hours and a restless night, she’s very much regretting this idea. Despite this, she still has plenty of energy and doesn't give up. Leaving her in the straitjacket, some rope is added along with a pump gag to help focus some of that energy. Eventually she’s suspended from the ceiling by her jacket. Even in this utterly helpless state, she gives it her all but it’s no use.

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.

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.

It had been a long night for her. What was supposed to be an evening full of endless orgasms while tightly bound left Sugar hornier than ever. She tossed and turned, it was nearly morning. Her girlfriend left soon after for work, but not before carefully locking a chastity belt on her. Sugar was so exhausted that she barely noticed. When she did wake and discovered the belt, she knew she would be livid if she had to stay frustrated all day until her partner returned.

Lucky for Sugar, it didn't take her long to find where the keys were hidden. With the belt removed, her brain had one objective: to have the climax she was owed. With no other plans, locking herself to her favorite chair seemed like a nice way to spend the morning. Unfortunately, in her haste, Sugar missed one crucial detail. She never put the keys to her wrist locks within reach. A detail she finally discovers soon after her first orgasm. Panicked, she struggles to get free but knows it's hopeless. The wand is relentless, and unable to avoid it, her next orgasm is moments away. The irony of her situation hit her suddenly. She was getting exactly what she wished for and punished for not staying in her belt. After a few hours like this, she won't care if she's left in the belt for a month!

It had been a long night for her. What was supposed to be an evening full of endless orgasms while tightly bound left Sugar hornier than ever. She tossed and turned, it was nearly morning. Her girlfriend left soon after for work, but not before carefully locking a chastity belt on her. Sugar was so exhausted that she barely noticed. When she did wake and discovered the belt, she knew she would be livid if she had to stay frustrated all day until her partner returned.

Lucky for Sugar, it didn't take her long to find where the keys were hidden. With the belt removed, her brain had one objective: to have the climax she was owed. With no other plans, locking herself to her favorite chair seemed like a nice way to spend the morning. Unfortunately, in her haste, Sugar missed one crucial detail. She never put the keys to her wrist locks within reach. A detail she finally discovers soon after her first orgasm. Panicked, she struggles to get free but knows it’s hopeless. The wand is relentless, and unable to avoid it, her next orgasm is moments away. The irony of her situation hit her suddenly. She was getting exactly what she wished for and punished for not staying in her belt. After a few hours like this, she won’t care if she’s left in the belt for a month!

When Sugar arrived home she was surprised to see what her roommate had set up. Between two poles were layers of plastic wrap as high as she was. After calling her roommate to find out what it was, she was stoked to find out it was for self-mummification. Despite her roommate’s warnings to wait, there was no way Sugar wasn’t going to try it out immediately. Starting at the top, she started unrolling the wrap from the poles and onto herself. To her surprise, she was already tightly secured within the first loop with at least a dozen more to go.
All went to plan until she reached the end. Sugar wanted to enjoy struggling and enjoying her mummification but knew she had to be careful. With the plastic wrapped around her ankles now, it was just a matter of time. Twelve seconds to be exact, before falling backwards onto the couch. No longer tethered to the pole or able to stand back up, her escape options dwindled. With her roommate at work for many more hours, Sugar was in for a long afternoon.

When Sugar arrived home she was surprised to see what her roommate had set up. Between two poles were layers of plastic wrap as high as she was. After calling her roommate to find out what it was, she was stoked to find out it was for self-mummification. Despite her roommate’s warnings to wait, there was no way Sugar wasn’t going to try it out immediately. Starting at the top, she started unrolling the wrap from the poles and onto herself. To her surprise, she was already tightly secured within the first loop with at least a dozen more to go.