The Frog bench 2

He started to instruct her. "Now, put your ankles in the outer holes... right... OK, keep your knees up... good! And now your wrists in the middle ones...yes, just like that, perfect! Now hold it..!" With a swift move, he turned the other bottom half round, locking her limbs in place. There was a sharp click from the padlock, , and there was no way back; she would remain in this propped up awkward position for as long as he decided. "Now lean your head back, please. Yes, good..." Carefully, he conducted her long hair over the back half of the neck holder. He putted the front piece in place and locked it, trapping her neck, making her sit stiffly erect.

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