Part I.

Elise Graves has agreed to let herself be bound by me in a heavy canvas straitjacket and spread eagle with her legs in immovable wooden stocks. She soon finds herself in over her head...

As I begin locking the stocks and tying her down to the bondage bead, the inescapability of the situation becomes a very real fear. She lets me know that she, of all people, has a bit of claustrophobia.

"Don't worry," I tell her. "I'm sure all the activity happening in your pussy will distract you from that soon enough."

After all, I have a menu of torturous deli... Show more