I made sure this boy had not a chance of getting out. Straps on straps on wraps. He claims to be great at escaping and calls me incompetent. Is that his way of psyching himself up for a session, his fetish? it just doesn't matter. Although he definitely gets what he wants. Failure. An invitation to get mad, scream, anything. I invite my assistant, Joy, into the room for an extra pair of hands and eyes. This escapee wannabe isn't going anywhere fast, except to the edge...