**Chapter 7: Restraints**

The metallic click of the handcuffs seemed to echo through the cabin, a sound that sent a shiver down Misty's spine. Natalie stood before her, the cuffs glinting in the firelight as she held them out like an offering. Misty's heart skipped a beat as she realized that this was it – the moment of surrender. Without a word, Misty nodded, her eyes locked on Natalie's. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation as Natalie approached her. The cuffs were cold and heavy, and Misty could feel the weight of them as Natalie wrapped them around her wrists. The metal clicked into place, and Misty felt a surge of sensation as her hands were secured behind her back. She was trapped, restrained, and completely at Natalie's mercy. The thought sent a wave of desire washing over her, and she felt herself relax into the restraints. Natalie's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as she gazed at Misty. "You look beautiful like this," she said, her voice low and husky. "So vulnerable, so open." Misty felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Natalie's words washed over her. She was vulnerable, yes, but she was also exhilarated. She knew that Natalie would take care of her, that she would push her to the edge and then pull back when she needed to. As Natalie began to explore her body, Misty felt a sense of surrender wash over her. She was trapped, restrained, and completely at Natalie's mercy. The thought was intoxicating, and Misty felt herself melting into the moment. Natalie's fingers danced across her skin, tracing circles and patterns that sent shivers down her spine. Misty felt her body relax, felt herself surrender to Natalie's touch. She was in Natalie's hands, and she was ready to see where this took them. The restraints seemed to heighten her senses, making every touch, every caress, feel more intense. Misty felt herself soaring, felt herself flying high on the wings of desire. She was trapped, but she was also free. As Natalie continued to explore her body, Misty felt a sense of trust wash over her. She trusted Natalie, trusted her to take care of her, to push her to the edge and then pull back when she needed to. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own private world of desire and submission. The air was alive with tension, and Misty could feel Natalie's gaze on her, burning with a desire that seemed to match her own. In that moment, Misty knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – in Natalie's hands, trapped and restrained, but also free to surrender to her desires. The thought was exhilarating, and Misty felt herself letting go, felt herself surrendering to the wilderness of their desires.