With winter coming on fast the potential for fuzzy sweaters goes through the roof. Luckily for Maggie, a latex straitjacket is the perfect weapon against the chill. Struggling to get free and drooling through her ring gag it might be hard to tell, but she's happy to be warm. Just to be sure that she doesn't accidentally struggle herself off the bed a pair of legcuffs are added. Caught in a hogtie she tosses around even more but the restraints hold tight, ensuring she'll keep snug all winter long.

It was time for Maggie to reflect on some poor choices she had made. By the smile on her face, it was quite obvious her transgressions were no accident. With handcuffs and gear in one hand and Maggie's arm in the other, she was led to the basement. The gag went in first as usual, as well as her handcuffs. Leg cuffs were used to put each leg into a frogtie, far stricter than she had planned on. With the collar wrapped around her neck, she seemed somewhat relieved that was it. Maggie should have known better. With a short chain, her cuffed wrists were then pulled high on her back and locked to her collar. Thumbcuffs were added because – well, why not? Starting the clock on her punishment, I could see that she already wanted it over. While flexible, she could only hold her arms in that position for so long. After that they become dead weight, pulling on her collar. No doubt it was uncomfortable, but it's what she wanted after all.

It seems so simple to Maggie at first. With only her legs tied apart and her arms crossed, it should only take a bit of struggling to get free, right? As she soon finds out, however, the devil is in the details. Her legs start to feel the burn first. With her legs pulled apart, she finds it easier to stay on her toes, but it doesn't take long for her calves to burn. The ropes crossing her arms hold her easily as the tries her best to struggle free. Helpless in her pantyhose and pink leotard, deep down she knows she's stuck, but it's not going to get any easier on her if she gives up.

Frogtied and straddling a padded horse, Maggie struggles to escape the ropes holding her arms. She knows it's hopeless, and that her situation is only going to get worse. With her pierced nipples exposed, they make for an easy target. It only takes a moment and her breasts are pulled forward by the twine looped around her nipples. Each struggle or squirm only rubs the coarse twine against her nipples. Not quite painful, but not pleasant either. The tickling is the worst for her, as her body involuntarily jerks and pulls hard on the twine.