Professional Dominatrix Temptress Kate fears she is losing her edge. Her last client session did not go to plan - she lost her focus and the scene didn't go as she had planned. She needs something to regain her mojo. Fortunately, her domme friend Scarlett Foxett chooses that moment to call her. Had Kate forgotten? It's time for their quarterly bondage challenge, and it is Kate's turn to get tied up. That should be just the thing to release her tensions and get the spring back into her step! Kate prepares herself for Mistress Scarlett's arrival. She is dressed from head to toe in black- black boots, black PVC catsuit, black leather gloves. She locks herself into a steel training collar, then gags herself with a full ball gag head harness. Then she locks herself in a cage, attaches a chain to her collar, and locks heavy steel Darby cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Moment of truth... she throws away the keys! Now she is totally helpless until Mistress Scarlett decides to let her out. Nothing to do now but lie back, forget her worries and responsibilities, and await her friend's cruel whims. As she tries to get comfortable in the very small cage, Kate's mind drifts back to past challenges... Mistress Scarlett likes to tease and torment her submissives by making it tantalisingly seem like it might be possible to escape - whilst actually making it frustratingly impossible. Kate recalls the time she was corseted in the dungeon on her tiptoes, spreader bars between her cuffed ankles and her rope-bound wrists. She remembers Scarlett having her ring-gagged and on tiptoes and how it seemed like she could ALMOST reach the knots... how she struggled and tried to escape but in the end had to admit defeat. She remembered the wicked look on Scarlett's face at another victory scored in their bondage challenge! At least that tie she felt like she might have has SOME chance of escaping. Not like when Scarlett just had her in the bedroom locked in a black leather straight jacket and simple leg irons. That was soooo inescapable! It seemed like maybe she could get her feet involved, but no. The leg irons made it impossible. She couldn't even get the damn gag out, and it was only a silk scarf cleave gag! The all-time worst though had to be the time Scarlett had her in the dungeon in the steel yoke. A chain to the ceiling and Darby cuffs on her ankles were the only other restraints, and Scarlett had even left the keys on a table almost in reach. Kate remembered how she managed to get hold of the keys by heroic efforts yanking the table towards her with maximally extended feet... and how it did her no damn good at all, because Scarlett had sadistically ensured that she simply could not get hands or feet or mouth close enough to any of the locks to actually USE the keys! Kate really hoped that Scarlett wasn't going to be THAT mean to her this time. Maybe something more like the last time they played, where she just tied Kate to the bed in satin blouse and leather skirt, roped from head to toe. That one was positively relaxing, a real reward! But wait, what's that? High heeled footsteps interrupt Kate's trip down memory lane. Mistress Scarlett is here!