Description:
“Haw! C’mon, how did this happen, ya clumsy fool?”
Applejack laughs, fumbling with the twine snagged around her hands to right herself. Except, she doesn’t come loose right away… minutes later, she’s made no progress.
“Aw, applesauce. I’m actually stuck, ain’t I?”
Straining against her bonds, slick with sweat, the cool metal pressing into her skin and the hot sun beating down, the feeling of helplessness… all mix into a deep arousal and excitement despite, or even because of, her burning frustration.