Calico

Calico burns red under the lights. She already plays these games at home. Now she brings that appetite to the camera. Ropes bite deep around her wrists and ankles. She strains, tests, realizes the knots hold. A net drags her under. Weights pull her down. Water closes over her head while she fights for air. The bondage turns cruel. Plastic wrap follows. It seals every inch of her skin until she shines like a trapped doll. She gasps through the ball gag, drool trapped behind clear film. A thick dildo keeps her full, stretching her while she can’t move an inch. She shakes. She sweats. The plastic creaks with every desperate breath. 2006. Calico. One body, one night, every limit pressed until it gives.