I've been itching to put my new restraint toy to the test—and tonight, it’s game on. My friend Bats volunteered, or should I say, got lured into my little trap. The star of the show? A sleek, unforgiving spreader bar. I secure her hands and legs, leaving her spread wide and utterly exposed, every inch of her delectable body mine to explore. With her writhing helplessly, I dive in, teasing and tormenting her sweet spot until she’s begging—no, pleading—for more. And once I start pounding? Oh, there’s no stopping. Her moans fill the air, dripping with desperation, while I relish every moment of her surrender. It’s raw. It’s primal. It’s everything you fantasize about—brought to life. Come see what happens when pleasure meets total restraint.