I had a plan for Sarah, she just didn’t know it yet. The ropes were easy enough to get on her, cinched tight around her elbows and wrists. Her ballet boots made sure she wouldn’t be scurrying off anywhere. Bit by bit Sarah’s situation continued to get worse from her padlocked ballgag to her spreader bar. When I eventually tied her wrists to a suspension ring above her there was no getting out of this one. Not to mention her choice in footwear would soon prove to be unfortunate. Slowly I pull away Sarah’s chair leaving her in the perfect predicament. Strappado or Ballet Boots.
