The heavy leather straps of the straitjacket were doing their job all too well. Vivian twisted and turned to no avail. Even her feet dangled helplessly from the eyebolts of her small perch, unable to gain any leverage. As a final insult, the steel ring in her ballgag was padlocked to the pole in front of her. Any escape was beyond hopeless now leaving Vivian to drool uncontrollably onto her leather bound chest. At the rate she was going she was sure she’d flood the floor before long. The last thing she could see before her vision was taken by a blindfold was the keys to her freedom taunting her, only inches away.
