Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in captioned bondage. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than captioned bondage,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “captioned bondage” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “captioned bondage” climax ever recorded.