Yeah, a crane with lifting straps.

And you're very careful how you put the straps, particularly the leg straps because they go between your legs.

Ah, poor Hay Seed! how bitterly will burst those straps in the first howling gale, when thou art driven, straps, buttons, and all, down the throat of the tempest.

BDSM, Kink, Raunch, Leather, Jock Straps, Cock Ring, Tit Clamps, both Dom and Submissive.

Then they strapped my legs and arms to the metal bed with thick leather straps.

In bespeaking his sea outfit, he orders bell buttons to his waistcoats straps to his canvas trowsers.

And of course, if your leg straps aren't set right, at that point you get another little thrill.

So, I had to use my legs to hold my feet into the straps that were loose, which was a real problem for me.

I took my skis and I took a board and I put a mast foot in there, and some foot straps, and some metal fins, and here I was, going really fast on frozen lakes.

And I had these legs that were made of a wood and plastic compound, attached with Velcro straps big, thick, five ply wool socks on you know, not the most comfortable things, but all I'd ever known.

He checks you out, he grabs your adjusting straps and he tightens everything so that your chest is crushed, your shoulders are crushed down, and, of course, he's tightened so your voice goes up a couple octaves as well.