Jon pulled the covers over himself and shifted to get comfortable, but he couldn't quite. The nightie wasn't so comfortable, but after a few more moments he realized something was very wrong.
He felt something on each of his ankles, and then he felt them drawn apart. By the time he was able to pull the covers back and look, he had black leather cuffs on each ankle with what looked like a broomhandle between them. The broomhandle was cut shorter than normal with a metal ring screwed into each end, and then the cuffs were attached to that with locks. It was wide enough to make him spread his legs embarrasingly wide, and he thought Sarah was in trouble.
He realized that he had a pair of similar cuffs locked around his wrists, and as he was about to call out for help a rubber ball appeared in his mouth, stifling him to a mere whimper. The strap was tight enough that it would leave marks on his cheeks if it ever came off.
Fighting panic, and losing, he frantically pulled at the gag and then felt something else. This time a thin, what he could only describe as a g-string panty, appeared around his waist giving him a wedgie and laying across his private parts.
And then it started buzzing! The moment it started buzzing Jon tried to scream, but only a decidedly quit "Mmmph" was heard. The buzzing was right on his balls and was uncomfortable as hell.
He tried to reach down and move it, but instead reached up to the headboard where another lock appeared, fastening his wrists together and anchored above his head.
Jon shifted around for a while, trying at first to dislodge the vibrating thing, then to free himself, and finally to just try and find a comfortable position. He couldn't do any of those things, and finally he just laid there and bore the discomfort and humilation. He hadn't even managed to cover himself back up, so if anyone walked in right now, he'd be supremely embarrassed!
What the hell was going on?
