4K Version I'm completely naked, my skin already tingling with anticipation as I hold up my favorite silk scarf - the softest white one that feels like heaven against my lips. I bring it to my mouth, slowly stuffing the fabric between my teeth before tying it tight behind my head. The silk cleave gag muffles my whimpers. The cold metal of the handcuffs kisses my ankles as I click them shut - first my right hand, then my left. The weight of them feels amazing against my bare skin. Feeling vulnerable and exposed as I maneuver my wrists into the second pair of cuffs, connecting them to my ankles in the tightest hogcuff position possible. The stretch burns in the most addictive way, arching my back and thrusting my bare tits forward helplessly. The position leaves me completely open, helpless and dripping waiting and wanting for what? I don't know. The helplessness hits me like a wave - I can't move, can't touch myself, can't do anything except lie there and feel the cuffs bite into my skin. I test the bonds, metal clinking softly with every useless struggle. The scarf grows wet with my drool as I whimper pathetically.
