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I’m tied spread eagle on the bed, struggling against my restraints. I’m wearing nothing but ankle socks, my wrists, ankles, and knees bound, and a blindfold covering my eyes—just like last time, with some kind of fabric rather than an eye mask. There’s a pillow under my back, pushing me into an arch. “Start the timer,” I say with a smirk, my voice dripping with confidence. I begin to struggle, arching my back even more and letting out heavy breaths and noises. I know I always escape, and I’m definitely not helpless. I love toying with you, showing off my stomach as I wriggle and writhe. Three minutes pass, the timer goes off, and I’m still tied. I slow my movements, squirming and stretching my stomach teasingly. “What a shame,” I say with a mischievous grin. “Maybe I am helpless, maybe I just need more time. Maybe you should try to make me cum, then we’d know. I bet you can’t make me cum, I bet you can’t make me beg you to stop. I bet you can’t fuck me until I safeword. Bring it on, I’m not afraid of you