Here I am in Ohio with yet another genius idea. I feel like challenging my friend to an escape challenge. Little do I know what he will use to bind me nor how much or what position he will bind me. But I find out quickly that metal binds and escaping are not something that goes hand in hand. But I will say once he has my ankles cuffed w handcuffs, my wrists handcuffed behind my back and a chain tightly connecting the two in a tight hog cuff hog tie position. I certainly give it my all in struggling on the bed. Trying to loosen anything to show that I can escape the metal. The metal digging ...

Here I am in Ohio with yet another genius idea. I feel like challenging my friend to an escape challenge. Little do I know what he will use to bind me nor how much or what position he will bind me. But I find out quickly that metal binds and escaping are not something that goes hand in hand. But I will say once he has my ankles cuffed w handcuffs, my wrists handcuffed behind my back and a chain tightly connecting the two in a tight hog cuff hog tie position. I certainly give it my all in struggling on the bed. Trying to loosen anything to show that I can escape the metal. The metal digging into my limbs does not help but only hinders and makes my reaction even more genuine. I know I can't escape from the cuffs that are wrapped around my ankles and wrists, but I do somehow manage with my flexibility to move the chain from behind my back to the front. This only allows me to struggle a little bit more but to escaping is nowhere in sight. That is, unless I can find the key and that is the only way I will escape this impossible hog cuff escape challenge. In the meanwhile, you get to watch my barefeet, my yoga pants clad legs and sports bra clad chest struggle like there's a chance for escape until i give up and lose my bet of 2 pennies.