I’m your sweet, bendy yoga teacher welcoming a brand-new private student to my quiet studio. I’m wearing my usual tight yoga top and leggings, ready to guide him through his first session. Everything feels normal… until he suddenly grabs a coil of rope.

Before I can react, he’s expertly tying my wrists behind my back, then my ankles, and finally cinches me into a strict rope hogtie right on the yoga mat. I laugh nervously at first, thinking it’s a joke, until his fingers start digging into my ribs, feet, and underarms. Non-stop, merciless tickling. I’m screaming with laughter, squirming helplessly, my flexible body arching against the tight ropes.
When I’m finally a breathless, teary, trembling mess, he shoves a black ballgag between my lips, buckles it tight, and stands up.

Then he just walks out, leaving me hogtied, topless, drooling, and still twitching from the tickle aftermath, struggling alone on the studio floor for the rest of the clip.