A long series of windows open, showing you to be in a high, luxurious room. Even the restraint you're sitting on looks like antique wood and leather. Your legs are out in front of you with your gigantic paws secured to a central pole by the ankles. The wrist restraints turn out to be two separate pieces (which explains why you couldn't get them open) with chords reaching into the ceiling.
A long stretch of windows stands in front of you, facing the sea.
..and SOMETHING is digging frantically into your armpits! No! They're squirming- they're fingers!
Your hands are burning, pulling frantically at those cords.
They...won't...leave...you...alone!!!
They slow down and scrape softly along your ribs, caressing. But it still tickles.
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