CUSTOM VID: My wrists and ankles were fully extended, trapped by the ropes that pulled my skin tighter with every movement. A mix of rage and desperation took over me as I screamed, demanding my freedom. Every insult that left my mouth was a futile attempt to regain control. I could feel my body tensing, my wrists burn from the tension of the strings, and my voice breaking between screams and gasps. Helplessness consumed me, but an unexpected heat coursed through my skin. I was trapped, helpless, and though I hated to admit it, that feeling of vulnerability turned me on in ways I didn’t understand.