The dungeon door slammed shut and was locked, leaving me in a deep whirlpool of frustrated desire and anger at how I had been treated. Without thought, I began screaming wildly, fighting my harness, cursing and crying at the same time while I struggled to my mat and flung myself down upon it. Still nearly hysterical, I flailed as best I could with desperation to escape the unbelievable restriction to my free movement. I rolled back and forth, kicking against the Spanish Trapezoid and leash to the steel ball, but nothing I did changed my bondage in the slightest, and that made my struggles even crazier! At last, I stopped to lay gasping and panting hard from the effort of my struggles, weeping like a small child, pulling despairingly and haplessly at my chains. I was exhausted and soon fell
