Have a seat, Kate Kennedy -- although it's more accurate to state that the chair possessed her. Kate was neatly dressed in a sleeveless top, short skirt and heels, but her garb was trumped by oppressive ropes and a ball-gag spreading her lips. Frustrated by the bondage that had trapped her over and over, Kate mumbled angrily when her breasts and feet were bared; in the blink of an eye, she knelt precariously on the chair! Balancing carefully and arching her naked soles, the dream-bound damsel fervently wished she were back in that relatively safe seated position.