Natalie awakes to find herself trussed tightly in a straightjacket, and an odd set of plastic cuffs around her ankles that she can't quite place, or see for that matter. It's a pillory, but she definitely doesn't know that. Gagged and strapped to the bed, she gives an honest go at trying to free herself from her predicament, to no avail.

For awhile it is just her, bopping away at the straightjacket and the pillory, trying to get free when she senses movement in the room, and then hears an ominous buzzing. She flips when the toothbrush touches her sensitive feet. The pantyhose she's...

Natalie awakes to find herself trussed tightly in a straightjacket, and an odd set of plastic cuffs around her ankles that she can't quite place, or see for that matter. It's a pillory, but she definitely doesn't know that. Gagged and strapped to the bed, she gives an honest go at trying to free herself from her predicament, to no avail.

For awhile it is just her, bopping away at the straightjacket and the pillory, trying to get free when she senses movement in the room, and then hears an ominous buzzing. She flips when the toothbrush touches her sensitive feet. The pantyhose she's wearing offers no protection, and the pillory holds fast, there is no escape. She has no choice but to endure the relentless tickling at the hands of the electric toothbrush. Kicking and pulling and pleading, it shows no mercy to her poor tootsies.

Alas, poor Natalie needs some reward for being such a trooper though, so the pillory is brought up, attached to her straightjacket, and a vibe redirects all that energy she has pent up from her ticklish predicament. A few orgasms and I'm sure she'll forget the whole thing