Eliza in the bag!

Not everybody can handle the bag. There's something about the claustrophobia of being sealed from neck to ankles (with your arms and hands sealed off separately) inside a black canvas bag, and then on top of that, having your ankles locked in stocks and your toes ties up as well, before undergoing a severe tickling on the soles of your feet. Eliza likes extreme experiences, and has been a long time fan of mummification. She starts out right off the bat at the edge of "silent laughter" and spends a lot of time with her face in the rictus of a smile with little gasps and moans escaping her lips, with occasional yelps and giggles. It's when I start going to town on the undersides of her toes with the Sonic toothbrushes that she really starts to feel the intensity!