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I'm hogtied barefoot, shackled in unforgiving steel bondage—handcuffed, ankle cuffed, and even locked in toe cuffs that dig into my soft soles. A tight ballgag fills my mouth, muffling every sound I make, while a dark blindfold keeps me helpless in total darkness. I'm wearing nothing but a pink vest and tight denim shorts, exposing my vulnerable legs and bare feet, every movement making the cold metal bite tighter. This is pure female bondage—raw and inescapable. I feel completely restrained, unable to move, yet I can't stop struggling, flexing against the cuffs, my arms behind me and toes twitching. Every angle teases foot fetish lovers—the arch of my bare soles, the gentle spread of my toes caught in metal, the way my feet twist with female desperation. I'm fully bound, locked up tight, and there's no escape.