A cold basement, a pretty lady tied to a chair and gagged tight, being exposed, and getting clothespins snapped on her erect nipples. For most women, this is hell, but for a bondage pixie like Arielle, this is heaven. Shivering in the chilly temperature, the shooting pain of the clothespins on her nipples running up and down her spine, just pure pleasure for her. How could anything top this?

Well, a blindfold tops it for her. Now, she's deprived of being able to see, so her other senses take over, particularly her sense of touch. She is growing more and more aroused and more and mo...

A cold basement, a pretty lady tied to a chair and gagged tight, being exposed, and getting clothespins snapped on her erect nipples. For most women, this is hell, but for a bondage pixie like Arielle, this is heaven. Shivering in the chilly temperature, the shooting pain of the clothespins on her nipples running up and down her spine, just pure pleasure for her. How could anything top this?

Well, a blindfold tops it for her. Now, she's deprived of being able to see, so her other senses take over, particularly her sense of touch. She is growing more and more aroused and more and more frustrated since there's nothing she can do about her arousal, and no one is doing anything for her. The only remaining torment is the tape over her mouth, making the gag even more effective.

Now Arielle will have to wait for someone or something to happen. There's nothing at all that she can do about her predicament. What most would hate, she loves.