Amanda’s legs are forced wide apart by the back of the chair. Her waist and ankles tightly secured to the wooden frame. Gagged and drooling onto the floor, she knew there had to be more. Her position was too easy; too comfortable. There was also the unused metal ring bound to her hair that had yet to be used. Amanda’s suspicions didn’t last long before her wrists were hiked high and secured through the very ring she was so curious about. Now her world was a balance. Pressure on her arms or pressure on her hair. A choice she’d be struggling with for a while.
