Naked and leashed, Jewell Marceau struggles to retain her balance, teetering on the tips of her toes like a worm on a hook. The collar around her neck has been tightly tied off to the ceiling, leaving her in a truly desperate state. She cries out for help, for instruction, for anything, but her silent enslaver will give her nothing. He just tosses her a latex catsuit, then swats her with the riding crop until she wriggles her way into it. When her calls for help become too grating, he simply shoves a ballgag into her mouth, then continues on with her punishment. She is masked and gloved, the skintight black latex cutting off all vision. When the straitjacket is wrapped around her she acquiesces despite no longer being collared, having neither the courage nor the sight necessary to attempt an escape.
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