It only takes a few sets of handcuffs to immobilize Sarah on top of the cage. Nervously she tests her bonds knowing there is no hope for escape without a key. From the kitchen I return with a black bag; a close chill running up her sides as I set it down next to her. The humid summer air is already frosting the ice cold metal chains about to be laid over her body. The handcuffs do their job admirably as chain after chain is laid over and under her bare flesh. Sarah's torment is only just beginning as a pair of clover clamps are put on her sensitive nipples, brought to attention by the cold. Just when she doesn't think she can take anymore the magicwand instantly makes it all worthwhile; skyrocketing her to a massive orgasm.