Sophia Smith is exploring the strange old house that she has hired for a holiday. She's dressed in a short denim skirt and stripy top, socks and sneakers on her pretty feet. Tucked away in one of the rooms, near a roaring fire, she finds a strange carved box or chest. What could possibly be inside? She's shocked to discover that it is a whole bunch of kinky metal bondage gear! Collar, shackles, leg irons, even a horrible looking metal medieval yoke! And what's this... a fetishy red ball-gag and a note? "This box knows your fantasies"?

Time snaps. Suddenly, Sophia feels to cold meta...

Sophia Smith is exploring the strange old house that she has hired for a holiday. She's dressed in a short denim skirt and stripy top, socks and sneakers on her pretty feet. Tucked away in one of the rooms, near a roaring fire, she finds a strange carved box or chest. What could possibly be inside? She's shocked to discover that it is a whole bunch of kinky metal bondage gear! Collar, shackles, leg irons, even a horrible looking metal medieval yoke! And what's this... a fetishy red ball-gag and a note? "This box knows your fantasies"?

Time snaps. Suddenly, Sophia feels to cold metal of a steel collar around her neck! Shocked, she drops the note and pulls at the collar. How did it get on her neck? Is anyone here? Does it come off? Is there anyone here to help?

As she cries out suddenly she finds herself silenced by the red ball-gag filling her mouth, as if by magic. And it's no simple gag- it's locked in place by a padlock! She has to get out of here! This is weird! She starts to make a run for it...

And trips over the leg irons that are suddenly locked around her slender ankles. She starts to fight the bondage and her hands are suddenly locked behind her in the magical metal old-fashioned Darby cuffs. Helpless now, all Sophia can do is to struggle helplessly against the metal. But the box knows her fantasies, and she starts to get hot under the collar by being captured and helpless!

In her fantasies, of course, her captor has her naked... time snaps, and her clothes are gone! She has never admitted this fantasy to anyone! How does it know! She is overcome with humiliation, fearing and dreading what she knows has to come, the path her fantasy always treads. The helplessness. The arousal. The sentence to bondage in the metal yoke and spreader bar between her ankles, opening her legs, making her vulnerable to whoever or whatever has captured her. She cannot bear for anyone to know what happens to her in the second part of her fantasies....