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She is crouched in a corner, her back against the cold brick walls. A bar sits low and tight across her lap with leather straps holding her knees apart, keeping her in a squat. There is a collar around her neck and her wrists are attached to the back of it. She explains how she likes to play in her personal life. cyd tries to make her position a bit more interesting by moving a strong propane heater right next to her. She wriggles around a bit, trying to get away from the heat. A few minutes later she pulls her shirt up over her head, tying it off above her arms like a sack of potatoes. She struggles inside the cloth, pressing her face against it so we can see her ghostly profile and hear her labored breathing. Next, we find her in the Spanish stirrups with a spider gag holding her mouth open wide. One foot of the stirrups is chained up above her to the ceiling and she twists her arms around as she lies on her back, as though she thinks she might actually get free.