At last, she fainted on the bondage bed, her body too exhausted to take any more. The room was a blur of sweat and sex, the scent of cum and her arousal hanging heavy in the air.

It was afternoon when Shreya’s eyes fluttered open, and panic set in immediately. She was bound—tightly. Thick leather straps held her wrists and ankles in place, locking her against a cold, rigid metal frame. She tried to shift her weight, but there was no seat beneath her, nothing to rest on—just a hard backrest keeping her upright. The only thing holding her up were the straps digging into her skin, reminding her of the intense pleasure she had just endured.