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I quickly realize something is very wrong. My wrists are bound tightly behind my back, with duct tape wrapped around my thighs and ankles so I can barely move. A ball gag fills my mouth, turning my desperate words into soft, muffled sounds as I look toward you with wide, pleading eyes. My mini skirt rides up as I twist and struggle, and my high heels slip off my feet, leaving me even more vulnerable. Every little squirm and moan is for your entertainment, as if my helpless predicament exists only to keep you satisfied. You watch as I wriggle and plead, completely at your mercy, knowing there is no escape. My body strains against the restraints, and the more I fight, the clearer it becomes that all of this is happening for your amusement.