Anastasia’s putting on a little show. She’s perched on the stool, slowly lifts those long, skinny legs in tight jeans and white socks, dangling her feet. Then she slides the socks off nice and slow, flexing her bare soles and wiggling her toes. Next, she peels off her t-shirt. Suddenly the door swings open. Before she can even gasp, she’s grabbed and lashed to the chair: wrists, ankles, completely immobilized. A thick ball gag gets shoved deep in her mouth, the harness strapped tight around her head. Now she’s thrashing, moaning through the gag, drooling like a helpless little slut, but those ropes aren’t going anywhere.
