Maggie wasn't surprised when I told her she'd be spending time in the cage. What she wasn't expecting was over a dozen balloons sharing her space. Cuffed on her elbows, wrists, and legs, she didn't have much mobility to start with. That's the beauty of bondage; there's always a way to make it more restrictive. Pressed into the cage like a sardine in a can, Maggie does her best to try and struggle without much luck. Popping them is even more difficult, but eventually she manages one. Unfortunately for her, the reward is a few more balloons added, compressing her even more. With a fresh bag of balloons by my side, I don't think she'll be free anytime soon.