Second Door To The Left (Author: green123blue)

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the young lady clad in rope, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

"Hey guys! So today I'm trying out a new bra, as you can see. This one was sent out to me by a fan who wants to remain anonymous. You know who you are though, and thank you! I might have sent you the wrong measurements or something because it's like... really tight, but I think it looks great! What do you all think?" she says, her entire aesthetic as bubbly and bright as ever. This bra sure is constraining... it feels like it's getting tighter by the minute! Based off of the comments in the stream though, her fans really seem to like it. Great! Hopefully she can raise enough money on this stream to buy that new paint kit she wanted and continue with her art series. It just sucks that her bra hauls are the only things that get any views.

Oh well. She's happy to do these streams once a week in order to finance her hobbies. And ever since she started wearing fan-donated outfits during the art streams, those have been getting more views as well!

"Oh wow! Thank you so much for the $200 donation, Mr.. um.." she says, blushing a little. She can feel the ropes against her skin getting tighter as her nipples perk up. "... Mr TiedTitties" she says. What a unique username!

As she continues to read the live chat, she feels herself getting more and more turned on. Her pink blush turns to red, the ropes tighter than ever - what kind of knot is this? She followed the instructions in the package to a T, but it feels like every breath she takes makes the rope bra more and more restrictive. She looks at herself in the corner of her screen and sees literal folds of boob squeezing out between the ropes. This thing is crazy! The more she looks at the video and reads the comments, the hornier she gets. After another donation or two roll in, she abruptly ends the stream. Before her PC has even turned off she's moaning, hands busy, staring at herself in the mirror on the wall. This bra.. it's like one of those snakes! What do they call them.. booba-constrictors or something?

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.