Escape Artist Lucy's Spread-eagle Challenge

I'm the amazing Lucy, and I'm convinced no one can keep me tied up. Plenty have tried and failed, and I'm feeling rather confident. So here's the deal you tie me up, and if I escape, you pay me. If I escape in four minutes, you pay me double. But if I fail, you get to do whatever you like to me. Deal? You agree, and I find myself spread eagle on the bed in cuffs. But wait, you've blindfolded me! That wasn't part of the deal, you cheeky cheat! How am I supposed to escape when I can't see a thing? I protest and squirm, but you're having none of it. I'm naked and you've strapped something buzzing right against my most sensitive spot. How on earth am I meant to concentrate? I writhe and squirm, my moans a mix of frustration and pleasure, the sensations completely overwhelming. I'm clearly failing, but after losing myself so many times, I'm starting to think there are definite benefits to losing this particular bet. Are you going to let me out now, or shall we call it a draw?