I'm searching a big country house, hoping to uncover evidence of a white slavery ring. Cleverly, I've dressed as a maid to give myself an alibi, and I'm wearing sky-high stiletto heels to complete the look, as I carefully move from room to room. Eventually, I go upstairs and find an open laptop full of damning information about the disappearances of my female colleagues! But how will I know where they've been taken? It seems to me that the only way I'll find out is by allowing myself to be taken too! Still in my short maid's dress and high heels, I sit and wait to be discovered... ...when the owner arrives, I make it clear that I'll offer no resistance, and even suggest they tie me up and take away my clothes to make it impossible for me to escape! I strip out of my costume (keeping on my shiny high heeled shoes) and offer to comply with any demands they may make. Wow, I've been put into a sensory deprivation hood and chastity belt! You can hear my thoughts, and I consider my predicament, and how it feels to have a tight chastity belt locked onto my body, while not being able to see or hear because of the tight black hood. It's amazing! Now my willingness to volunteer for restraint technique classes makes sense - I love the feeling of being restrained! I describe every sensation in detail as I move around on the bed. But that's not all! Next, my legs are tied VERY tight with numerous bands of vet-wrap bandage. My ankles are crossed, my shoes are secured to my feet with more bandage, and I can barely even wriggle my legs against each other. My arms are secured into a tight leather arm binder behind my back, with tight straps crossing my chest and making the whole thing inescapable. I struggle on the bed, continuing to describe every single sensation as I enjoy the feeling of being so comprehensively restrained. Wow!