Silk blindfold and wrists tied loosely above her head set the scene in “old treatment for hysteria”. The bound beauty in “old treatment for hysteria” writhes as feathers and fingertips tease everywhere except where she craves most. Finally, in “old treatment for hysteria”, her own restrained hand is guided between soaked folds. “old treatment for hysteria” records every desperate buck of hips chasing friction, every muffled plea. When permission comes in “old treatment for hysteria”, she rubs furiously, climax ripping through her bound body like lightning. “old treatment for hysteria” ends with the blindfold removed, eyes dazed and utterly sated.