It doesn’t take much convincing to get Abby into bondage. Stripped down to her underwear, her arms and legs are cuffed to iron bars, leaving her in a standing spreadeagle. A ring is secured to her hair allowing it to be strung up to the bar as well. Once the bolts are tightened down, she won’t be getting free. At first she’s amused by her new situation while playful struggling. Abby hasn’t realized that I’m just getting started. She’s just a tasty treat, hanging helplessly, waiting to be tormented.
