Mirum

For a while Emily just lay there on her back seeing stars before the pain in her elbow and knee from hitting the pillar and ground as well as the growing ache in her shoulders and calves brought her back to reality. The pain had also evaporated her orgasm and now she just wanted out, home and a hot bath. She tried to wiggle her right hand to push herself up out but the cuff seemed awfully tight. It was also quite painful to try and move it.

"Oh shit!" she thought as she worked through the cuff and struggled to pull it open. It was extremely difficult, and she felt tears forming in her eyes.

For a dreadful moment Emily's stomach sank, her ears became hot and her mind went blank. She'd done it; she'd really done it now. She was bound in metal restraints with her arms twisted up in a reverse prayer, blind, dumb and chained to a stone pillar in a room only one person alive knew about and who also didn't know she was here. She was barely holding back the panic. Perhaps if she could get upright, maybe the cuff wasn't locked, just pushed almost closed and stiff? Perhaps she could pry it open against something?

Using the pillar Emily managed to work her way up and get her legs under her in a kneeling position. Two more clicks sounded out as the shoes locked to the back of her thigh bands putting paid to her plans of moving about. Emily moved into a full panic attack, crying, thrashing and screaming as best one could when locked in immobile metal from crotch to crown. The fantasy had become dangerously real, and it was one she no-longer wanted to be playing, especially not in front of someone.