While chatting with Hazel, I discovered she had an affinity for several things. As my mind envisioned how I could use one of them, the answer became obvious: Why not use all of them? After bolting her to the floor with straps, first on her list was nipple clamps. No problem. Next was predicament bondage. I had planned for this one by using handcuffs on her wrists instead of bolting them to the floor. This allowed her to raise them in the air a few inches. Just enough that with the string tied to them pulling on her nipple clamps, putting them down wouldn't be pleasant. Finally, every girl's...

While chatting with Hazel, I discovered she had an affinity for several things. As my mind envisioned how I could use one of them, the answer became obvious: Why not use all of them? After bolting her to the floor with straps, first on her list was nipple clamps. No problem. Next was predicament bondage. I had planned for this one by using handcuffs on her wrists instead of bolting them to the floor. This allowed her to raise them in the air a few inches. Just enough that with the string tied to them pulling on her nipple clamps, putting them down wouldn't be pleasant. Finally, every girl's favorite, orgasm. Buzzing on high, Hazel fell into a rhythm of building towards an orgasm, only to have it yanked away when she relaxed her arms. Each cycle kept her on edge, flipping from pure ecstasy to frustrating pain. By the smile on her face, it was pretty clear she loved every second of it.