When TripSix's arms were locked into a strappado I could understand her sigh of relief. She was standing in very high heels, chains locked around her legs, elbows, and wrists. It was easy to assume the strappado was the last of her bondage. Her delusions of a cakewalk were dashed as strands of string were then tied to her nipple and tongue rings. With the excess looped around a kettle weight, I gave all three strings a good tug. Involuntarily, she crouched to take the pressure off, sealing her fate. In an instant, TripSix finds her strappado far more strict, her knees bent, and unable to stand without trying to lift a 15lb weight with her nipples. It's not long before her legs quiver from strain. Beads of sweat start to surface, and it's only been two minutes.

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