Fiddler dangles a cruel bargain: retrieve a spiked mat, rigid neck brace, and clover clamps in under three minutes, or face breathplay-enhanced panishment.
What follows is a meticulously calculated bondage spectacle: her hands mummified into fists with tape, a colossal gag crammed into her mouth, and every limb immobilized under layers of extreme-tight zip-ties that leave her elbows fused and legs clamped together.
Cloudy arrives for her latest training session clad in a sporty outfit and sneakers, her sweat-soaked socks clinging to her feet—a glossy testament to days of unwashed wear.