At first, Arielle was enjoying being restrained. After all, as a bondage pixie, she craved being restrained. Tied up, gagged, ready for whatever torments that can be dished out. But tonight was weird.

First, she was rendered naked and tied with her legs crossed, and her wrists tied to her ankles. But without warning, her captors retied her hands behind her back, and with her mouth gagged severely, she could not ask what was going on.

Then a timer was plunked down next to her, counting down minutes and seconds. What was that for? Was it counting down a bomb, counting down to her freedom, to her punishment? What? What was it for? The possibilities raced through Arielle's mind but there was no way to ask anyone through the gag, and once the timer was placed, there was no one there, just a camera watching her struggle as the minutes drained away.

Arielle: What is That Timer For?

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