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Linda strained against the unforgiving steel cuffs holding  her in a hogtied position as she got close to orgasm for what felt like  the 20th time that evening. And just like the 19 times  before, her purple-haired captor pulled the vibrator away exactly as her  clit started convulsing and she was about to explode. In sheer  frustration, Linda grunted into the ball gag and shivered in her  inescapable bounds.

“Aww, my poor girl wants to  come so badly, but can’t!”, Brenda said in a voice surprisingly soft  considering what a mischievous brat she was. She put the vibrator just  out of Linda’s reach, but where she could see it. Then she took another  sip from her chalice filled with expensive red wine.

“Well,  I’m starting to question your motivation to break free from these  shackles… I mean, I’ve been teasing you for hours, you must be all  desperate and crazy by now. And still all you can do is moan and look  pity! Haven’t you learned anything being the assistant to the greatest  escape artist since Harry Houdini?”

Linda rolled her  eyes. While freeing herself miraculously from even the tightest bounds  was 'Breathtaking' Brenda’s strength, modesty surely wasn’t.

“I  admit, I love teasing my little girl way too much to actually allow her  to escape”, Brenda continued, smiling down on her helpless captive.  That bitch! Nothing got her more turned on than seeing other girls  struggle in denial, when she herself was so needy she couldn’t stand it  for a minute!

“Enough for the moment. You deserve  some rest. I’ll leave you like this for the night as a… lesson in  patience, shall we say? You know, patience is the key for success in  this business. You need to learn this, or you’ll never be a worthy  successor to me. Patience, darling!”

Linda struggled and protested, but Brenda had made up her mind and there was nothing she could do.

“I  however will do some research preparing my newest project. Oh, Linney,  this will be my masterpiece! Escaping the infamous Bondage Asylum! No  one has ever done that. Sure, a lot of patients are there on their own  free will to live out their weird fantasies of being all bound and  helpless, so I guess they weren’t trying all too hard. but I will!  Imagine the publicity I’ll receive from that stunt! Of course, I’ll need  your assistance. No one must know about this thing, otherwise it’ll  spoil the surprise. You will have to carefully document everything, talk  to the nurses to get background information of my treatment and so on.”

Linda shrugged. Whatever. All she could think of was her tingling pussy soaking the mattress with her juices.

Of all the strange  places in the city, the Bondage Asylum was especially outstanding. Once  an actual asylum for the mentally ill, complete with padded cells and  treatment rooms, it was bought by an unknown private investor several  years ago and turned into… well, it was hard to tell. Brenda only knew  that everyone who wanted the experience of being tied up, restrained in  every way imaginable and treated like a patient was a welcome guest at  this facility. The interesting thing was that Bondage Asylum still had  the legal status from before, so in the eyes of law was still a medical  institution. Which would explain them claiming to offer ‘legal bondage’ –  once you committed yourself, they had every right to keep you. In  short, the perfect place for an escapologist to proof her worth!

Brenda  had planned this carefully. She knew the asylum’s staff would either  not allow her to commit herself out of fear to lose their reputation as  ‘inescapable’ place or would use her stay there to gain publicity for  themselves. So, she committed herself under a false name, accompanied by  her assistant Linda. The treatment she chose was a bondage only plan –  she would be restrained in some way 24/7, but without any of the nastier  treatments some patients here chose to endure. Also, she didn’t set a  time limit. When she would inform the press after her great escape, the  whole story needed to be ‘breathtaking’, and nothing would amaze the  audience more than the threat of Brenda being held there literally  forever if it wasn’t for her magical talent to escape even the most  hopeless situation. However, she wasn’t stupid. There was a very slim  chance of her not getting out of her predicament. That’s why she made  Linda her contact person. She was allowed to pay her visits at the  asylum, and she could end her treatment at any second. Should this whole  thing go south, Brenda would give her a sign during one of the visits  and she would be freed in no time. And since Linda was the only other  person she had talked about all of this to, no one would ever know if  she failed.

Right after her commission, Brenda was  told to undress and put all her belongings into a little box. Then she  was tightly restrained and put into a wheelchair. While Linda stayed  back to talk with the nurse supervising her commission, she was wheeled  down a corridor towards her cell. She was so excited! I can’t wait seeing all these nurses’ idiot faces after I’ve humiliated them!,  she thought, already testing her bonds. They were surprisingly tight,  but she was confident they would give in over time. After all, no bound  could hold her!

A few days had past, days Brenda had spent with struggling,  wiggling and eventually furiously fighting her restraints. Much to her  despair, it was all to no avail. She had underestimated how seriously  they took their promise of inescapability at Bondage Asylum. These were  no ‘hobby-nurses’ here, they were all expertly trained in tying up a  person to the degree of immobility. During the last days, Brenda had  basically given up. She hated being defeated but was glad no one knew  who she was. It was about time her assistant Linda showed up to sign the  release documents for Brenda’s false persona. She wasn’t only exhausted  from the constant struggle, but also terribly horny. After all, bondage  wasn’t just her ‘job’ but a very arousing predicament to be in! Brenda  preferred being able to get herself off though or being brought to  orgasm. She almost regretted not choosing another treatment plan, with  more orgasms and less strict restraints. Anyway, she would soon be back  home and there were quite a few new ideas she would put Linda through  for being late!

As she thought about her future, the  door to her padded cell opened. She had to spend the nights in here,  sealed into latex and tied up like a little bundle. It had been hard to  get any sleep at first, but meanwhile her exhaustion took care of that  and she just drifted off. She opened her eyes and saw a nurse entering  the room. It was the one wheeling her to her room on the day of her  commission. Brenda had barely seen her since. She had a fiendish grin on  her face, and almost sneaked into the room, closing the door behind  her. She walked around the tied-up escapologist and lay down next to  her, as if she got herself comfortable on a big couch. The nurse got  very close to Brenda who couldn’t do much to alter her position. She  brought her mouth close to Brenda’s latex-covered ear and whispered:

“Well,  hello there! So sad I couldn’t visit you the last couple days… I really  liked you from the start! I’m glad the head nurse has made me your  caretaker finally, responsible for your treatment. Well, I guess things  are going to change from now on…” Brenda started to get nervous. She  tried to turn around and look at the woman, but her tight reverse  straitjacket and the neck brace prevented any movement like that.

“Sure”,  the nurse continued, “you have a treatment plan, but who cares? You  know, we’re supposed to be supervised at all times to prevent any  misconduct at the patients’ expense, but sadly the head nurses don’t  take their job too seriously. That’s truly irresponsible, don’t you  think?” Brenda froze. Where the hell was all of this going?

“I  can practically do whatever I want to you without anyone even asking  questions. And I have something very special in store for you, my dear! I  will make sure you’ll get the most unbearable tease and denial  treatment we have to offer. I always wanted to know what happens to  someone when always kept at the verge of climax without ever reaching  it!” Brenda twitched in her unforgiving bonds, producing a muffled,  high-pitched sound. What the fuck?, she thought, I need to get out of this place!

The  nurse didn’t mind her frantic attempts to get free and just went on  whispering: “I’m so sorry, but I guess you’re stuck now with the most  sadistic bitch working here. I promise, starting tomorrow, I’ll have you  ride the edge to orgasm until you forget your name. You will be teased  to insanity!”

After an agonizing night with the words of her crazy nurse  still echoing in her mind, Brenda was brought into another room the next  morning. In a procedure that left absolutely no chance for escape, two  nurses released her from her straitjacket and chained her up in a  standing position. Wearing a pair of ballet boots, she was forced to put  her body’s weight on her tiptoes. Nothing of that was pleasant, but  what infuriated Brenda was the nurses replacing her muzzle with a very  familiar ball gag – the one she had used herself on her assistant Linda  several times before! They professionally ignored her pleas and shoved  the purple rubber ball into her mouth, fastening it tightly behind her  head. What the hell is going on here? she thought, a strange feeling rising inside her stomach. Where did they get that gag from?  She tried shifting the weight from her toes, but whenever she lowered  her body a bit, the chains pulled tightly on the collar around her neck,  so eventually she decided to stay perfectly still.

With  aching muscles, sweating and afraid of the ordeals to come, Brenda  could do nothing but wait. When the door opened and Linda appeared in  the frame, the desperation on Brenda’s face was immediately replaced by  anger. She greeted her assistant with an annoyed grunt through the gag. Was about time that cunt showed up!  she thought, absolutely ready to leave this god-awful place. Had Linda  already signed the papers? Then she realized the outfit the sexy redhead  was wearing: it was one of Brenda’s very own, one she usually used to  wear to her live shows! She had never allowed Linda to try them on… As  the assistant slowly approached her immobile boss, all the timidity had  vanished, and she seemed to almost glow with confidence. The strange  feeling in Brenda’s guts increased with every heel-clicking step Linda  took towards her, until she finally stopped just a few feet away.

“I  see the gag has somehow found its way back to you!”, she said, smiling  right into Brenda’s confused face. “And it seems like you’ve already  settled in here. I was wondering how you’re getting along with that big  escape plan of yours. Obviously, you haven’t yet decided to get out.  Such a drama-queen, aren’t you?” Brenda shouted something back at her,  but the gag reduced it to some faint murmur. Linda sighed. “I must say  I’m really busy stepping in as your replacement in all of your stage  shows. I mean, it’s awesome to finally be in the spotlight, but it’s a  lot of work! I might not be as great as you, but it still pays very,  very well! I tell everyone that you’ve taken some time off in order to  prepare your next show, and no one doubts any of that.” All the anger  inside of Brenda was slowly washed away by fear. She could only stare in  disbelief as Linda continued.

“Well, escape anytime  you want, I’ll be ready! Looks like they’re preparing some rather  interesting treatments for you”, she said, looking down to the floor at  two strange, dildo-shaped tubes laying there. “I heard them say  something about high-intensity orgasm denial in the hallway, so if I  were you, I wouldn’t hesitate and get out as soon as possible.  Especially thinking of how much you hate being on the receiving end”  Now, Brenda was furious and afraid at the same time. She stared into  Linda’s eyes and produced some unintelligible noises. That stupid bitch doesn’t get it! I can’t get out! This is serious! She tugged at the chains and blinked her eyes like crazy.

Linda  didn’t seem to take notice. “Anyway”, she said, slowly turning towards  the door, “I need to go now. I got a meeting with some TV producers.  They’re interested in making some show based on your life. I thought I  might be helpful to them as an advisor. And for playing the main role,  should you still be absent when shooting starts. Me playing you… think  of that!” Brenda was almost crying with desperation now. Her own TV show  – that had always been her dream. A silent plea escaped her gag.

“So…”,  Linda continued in a calm, sensitive voice, “if you have any doubts  about whether you can actually escape this institution and you don’t  want to find out what it feels like to be mercilessly teased every day  without ever orgasming again – just give me a sign now and I’ll get you  out of this. Otherwise, I’ll be gone to LA for at least a few months in  order to prepare that show.” Fighting her bounds as much as she could,  Brenda screamed into the gag. I want out! Don’t leave me here! Let me out!  It was hard to understand, but her struggling left no doubt about her  intention not to stay here. Linda looked her deep in the eyes, a coy  smile lingering on her face.

“Really Brenda… any  sign! No? Okay, I guess you’ve made your decision. Enjoy your stay for  as long as you like – every frustrating second of it. Bye then!”

Brenda had no idea how  much time had passed since her commission at Bondage Asylum. Everything  had turned into a blur of being teased, of getting so very close to a  mind shattering orgasm and then being mercilessly denied. She now  embraced the times she was only locked into her cell, tied up and  chastised. Not that she could have played with herself all tied up, but  her devilish nurse didn't take any chances.

In  whatever time she'd spent at the asylum, she'd given up the hope to  escape on her own. Since she hadn't seen her assistant anymore, all she  could hope for was to give away her identity, put the cards on the table  and take the humiliation. Tell them how foolish she was, that she had  been tricked and hope for mercy. She didn't care about her reputation  anymore, all she wanted was to get out of this. One time she was  almost able to get rid of the gag. When strapping her in for another  teasing session, the nurse forgot to fasten it in her neck. Before  Brenda could push it out of her mouth and say something, the machine  started its work, and within seconds she was too worked up to even think  straight. Now she was waiting for another opportunity. Strapped down to  a bed deep in the belly of the old building, her nurse had prepared her  once more for "riding the edge", as she put it.

"So,  what program would you like to try today, dear?", The nurse asked  playfully while Brenda just started up to the ceiling. Up there in the  rightmost corner, she spotted a security camera, silently watching her.  "I think we could go for... 45 percent intensity..." The machine was a  device created in hell only to torture her, Brenda thought. It was  connected to her chastity belt and did control two dildos protruding  into her most sensitive parts as well as several electrodes, capable of  delivering the slightest, barely noticeable stimulation to her clitoris  and anus. The sensations it could make her feel were hard to even  describe and ranged from having her clit gently licked to having every  hole being penetrated by two huge cocks. The machine vibrated, sucked  and slowly fucked the helpless Brenda all the time, with one goal only:  getting her painfully close to an orgasm, but never allowing her to cum.  First, Brenda had thought that was impossible. That, after a certain  time of being teased, her brain would eventually make her cum, send her  over the edge in some sort of emergency shutdown to release her from the  tension. Sadly, the machine was analyzing her brain waves and could  perfectly adapt to them. Also, it was very versatile. The sensations  Brenda felt were different every time she got close to coming, and even  if she knew better, she always thought that this time it was finally  happening – only to feel another level of frustration when every  stimulation suddenly stopped.

The nurse was rather absent-minded this time. Maybe she’s starting to get bored, Brenda thought. There wouldn’t be any point in this if that bitch lost interest in her.  This could be the perfect moment! “You wanna hear a funny thing,  dear?”, the nurse said, conspicuously looking at Brenda, “There’s this  new Netflix show, ‘Unshackled’. And the protagonist, Brenda, has this  lovely purple hair, just like you have! She’s an escape artist, can you  believe that?” Brenda twitched heavily in her bounds, tried to make eye  contact with the nurse who had already turned her head away and was now  staring in the air, contemplating. That IS ME!, she screamed in the gag, but her idiot captor just kept on talking.

“God,  that girl’s so hot… sadly, the series is more about her life and  dealing with the challenge of being a woman in showbiz, but there’s  always a few scenes with her in bondage – not as elaborate as yours, of  course, but still very sexy. Sure, she always escapes, that’s the thing,  isn’t it? I would just love to have her here… show her what it feels  like to be stuck for good. You think your situation is bad, sweetie? I  would turn Brenda’s life a living hell with all the possibilities of my  little toy here!” Brenda’s heart sank. All this time, her last straw was  to give away her true identity – now it seemed like the worst possible  idea. Oh god, what a fucking deranged bitch is this? She quietly  sobbed into the gag. Then, the machine started to work her over again,  making her melt in her latex suit as it slowly massaged her g-spot.

“I  guess we can bring our little experiment to an end now”, the nurse  said. Brenda heard the words through a haze of lust and still fully got  their meaning. “You’re so miserable it’s not even funny anymore. It’s  time you learn what else this machine can do. You will orgasm like you  never have before, and all the teasing from the weeks before will only  make it better!” The sensations Brenda felt had her shuddering,  goosebumps were building under her tight latex skin. Any coherent  thought was washed from her mind as she was finally rushing towards the  best climax of her life – and then it stopped. She groaned as her whole  body convulsed in spasms. And just at the exact moment the wave of  arousal and stimulation started to wear off, there was another impulse  and she was on the edge again! She was constantly pushed back towards a  point just before coming, but still not allowed to reach it!

“Aww,  sorry my dear! I really wanted to grant you release, but then I  thought: since you already have that beautiful hair, why not pretend you  were that escape artist? We surely can’t expect HER the commit herself,  so you’re the closest I get to fulfill my fantasy! So, you’re not gonna  cum now. Or anytime soon. Or, ever, should you not break out of these  bonds! Instead, I’ll just keep you like this. No more rest periods, no  more fiddling around with 45 percent. I will turn you into a wild  animal, a horny, brabbling piece of meat knowing nothing else but the  desperate need to come! Oh, there’s so much to look forward to!”
Through  a curtain of tears, Brenda just stared at the ceiling again, focusing  on the camera. Was someone supervising all of this after all? Could  someone see or hear what the nurse had just said? Someone had to come  and make an end to all of this. She pleadingly stared into the black  lens as another orgasm began to build.

Brenda stared pleadingly into the camera, hoping someone would see  her plight and somehow get her out of that predicament. Sadly, there  were no supervisors or head nurses or other officials watching what  cruel treatments the former escape artist had to endure. The little  cameras in the cells were made for interested people to watch the  ‘progresses’ their husbands, girlfriends or whoever else they had  voluntarily or involuntarily committed there made while kept securely  locked away. In Brenda’s case, there was only one person watching her  struggle, the only one knowing she was a patient at Bondage Asylum. On  the other side of the city, miles away from that strange place, her  former assistant Linda was carefully witnessing every reaction on her  boss’s face.

Linda had recently learned that her own orgasms were  so much more intense while knowing Brenda completely missed out on  coming herself. She had made a little game out of masturbating to the  livestream from Brenda’s cell, teasing her clit with a vibrator. She was  keeping herself from coming until the point Brenda was just about to  climax. Then, when her trapped boss got mercilessly denied once more,  Linda pushed herself over the edge. Her moans of pleasure mixed with the  sweet grunts of frustrated agony resounding from the notebook’s  speakers and echoing through the room.

It was her fourth orgasm of  the day. Time was running late, and although Linda would have loved to  continue her game, she had to get ready. The second season of  ‘Unshackled’ had just been ordered and she was supposed to fly over to  L.A. for some meetings. She turned the vibrator off and had one last  look at the screen. Brenda was staring right into the cam, her eyes  filled with tears. “Have a great day, boss!”, Linda said and closed the  notebook. Then she got up and headed to the luxurious bathroom to take a  long shower. Maybe she’d rub herself to a few more orgasms before the  driver arrived. Finally, everything felt like it was in the right place.