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Look what you’ve done to me. I’m all bound up in pink duct tape—wrists and ankles tight, no way to run, no way to fight back. Just stuck here for your amusement, completely at your mercy. My shiny pink dress clings to every curve, glossy and tight, catching the light as I shift and squirm for you. Oh, and I’m barefoot, of course—my soft, exposed soles right in your face while I tease you like the helpless little brat I am. You love seeing me like this, don’t you? Tied up, squirming, and still totally in control of you. You don’t get to touch, you don’t get to help—you just stroke. You’re so weak for me like this, but I’m not complaining. I’m bound and barefoot, but you’re the one truly powerless, aren’t you?