When TripSix's arms were locked into a strappado I could understand her sigh of relief. Standing in very high heels, chains locked around her legs, elbows, and wrists. It was easy to assume the strappado was the last of her bondage. Her delusions of a cakewalk were dashed as strands of string were tied to her nipple and tongue rings. With the excess looped around a kettle weight I gave all three strings a good tug. Involuntarily, she crouched to take the pressure off while simultaneously sealing her fate. In an instant TripSix finds her strappado far more strict, her knees bent, and unable... Show more