What follows is a meticulously calculated bondage spectacle: her hands mummified into fists with tape, a colossal gag crammed into her mouth, and every limb immobilized under layers of extreme-tight zip-ties that leave her elbows fused and legs clamped together.
Fiddler dangles a cruel bargain: retrieve a spiked mat, rigid neck brace, and clover clamps in under three minutes, or face breathplay-enhanced panishment.
Made onto a spike-studded mat, her bare feet succumb to the cruel texture while Fiddler’s leather slapper and single-tail whip paint her buttocks crimson. But this is mere prelude.