She feels something cold and metallic snap onto her right ankle and affix it to the bedpost. There is a similar sensation on her right leg, and then both of her wrists as well. At first, you could tell she thought they were handcuffs. How wrong she was. You begin tightening the ratchet, stretching her tightly as the tension increases until she is stretched taut on the bed, unable to move anything other than her head. She gasps at the cold metal, squirming at first. Her motions diminish to nothing as the bonds tighten.
You stretch her out a little more, the last ratchet clicking into place. "I wonder what I should do with you while you're helpless..." you ponder, the smirk evident in your voice. "I could force you to orgasm as many times as I want. I could deny you... violate you..." Of course, you already know the outcome. At the sound of your voice, she stops struggling, listening. Wanting to know her fate.
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