Pink Leg Binder Self Bondage Fail

I found the most gorgeous, sun-drenched hilltop and thought it would be the perfect spot to try my new pink leg binder. I'm completely bare, feeling the warm sunshine kiss my skin as I slide my legs into the cool leather. Wiggling into it takes some effort, and I let out little breathy moans as I strap my legs tightly together and secure them to my bottom. The leather growing warmer against my skin as I start to get a little dewy from the heat, feeling wonderfully powerless. I begin to writhe and squirm in my predicament, but then disaster strikes. I realise with absolute horror that I have positioned myself directly on top of an ants' nest. And these are big, bitey ants. They find their way inside my leg binder, and my sexy wriggling turns into genuine squeals of panic. I thrash about and end up rolling further down the hill, even further from my key. My beautiful new leg binder was ruined, and I was covered in nasty bites. A sexy plan gone hilariously wrong.