Ariana - Out Of Reach Angle 1

Ariana finally had some down time after a long tour and various cameos in films and television talk shows. She squeezes herself into her newly purchased, tight latex outfit consisting of a breathe stealing latex corset, thigh high latex boots and very long latex gloves. She then wraps a large leather posture collar firmly around her neck and secures it in the back with two small pad locks. She then grabs a large red ballgag and wraps it around her neck, ready for use when the time comes.

Ariana finally has the chance to try out the dungeon room she had built in her multi-million dollar mansion. She walks slowly into the brick room with chains and manacles secured to the floor and dangling from the ceiling. There is a single chain hanging in the center of all the chains a few feet away from the wall. Ariana attaches a small key to the center chain and walks over to a control area in the corner of the room. She sets a timer for 2 minutes on the touchscreen pad. “That should be enough time to see how this thing works.” She says with excitement at the prospect of finally playing with her new toy.

Ariana walks over to the chains and turns out with her back facing the wall. She bends down and takes the manacle on her right side and places it around her right ankle. She squeezes her latex covered right leg with her latex covered hands. The sound of the latex snaps and pops as she slowly slides her hands up her legs. She leans over to her left side and has to spread her legs wide in order to secure her left ankle in the left manacle. Ariana stands straight up and rubs her hands over her latex corset. She loves the feeling of torso being squeezed tightly by every inch of the latex corset. She then wraps a large chain tightly around her squeezed waist and locks it to the wall behind her.  The chains hanging from the ceiling are very long and each are attached to small winches high above Ariana’s head, and far out her reach. There is enough slack for her to be able to secure each manacle to each respective wrist. Now that she is secured in the manacles, she still has enough slack to move her hands freely enough; she just can’t walk away from the wall.

Ariana reaches her hands behind her head to unbuckle the ballgag hanging around her neck when she hears three loud beeps come from the control panel to her left. The screen is blinking 0:00 in red text. Immediately after, the electronic motors of the winches holding the chains attached to her wrists begin to spin slowly, pulling on Ariana’s arms. “Wait, not yet.” she says as her arms begin to be pulled farther and farther away from one another. Before long, Ariana’s arms are spread far and wide, just like her legs, forced apart by the chains bolted to the floor. She begins to realize that the timer she set was for the initiation of the winches, and not to set her free from the contraption.

Ariana struggles and pulls at her chains, but the winches above her, the bolts below and the lock behind her are all unyielding and are holding her firmly in place. She reaches forward to grab the key hanging from the center chain, but it is much too far out of her reach. All she can do was stand in her high heels, contemplate her miscalculations and stare at the key dangling in front of her, mocking her loss of freedom. Ariana wishes that she had read the manual before trying to use her new toy, or at least set the timer to 3 minutes. She then would have had enough time to gag herself.