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I’m stuck. Ankles taped, hands bound behind my back, a big ball gag shoved in my mouth, and now I’m drooling all over myself too. You really think this is cute. I squirm around, clearly annoyed, glaring at you like this whole situation is more embarrassing for you than it is for me. This is what you like, watching me tied up and drooling while you pretend you’re in control. I keep talking through the gag as best I can, drool slipping down my chin while I roll my eyes and test the tape. I tell you to let me go, making it very clear that the second I’m free, I’m handling you properly. You don’t get to enjoy this smug little moment without consequences. I’m irritated, bratty, and already planning exactly how I’m getting back at you. The whole time I’m squirming and struggling just enough to tease you, drooling, mouthing off, and reminding you that this won’t last. Enjoy it while you can, babe. Because when I get free, you’re really going to regret tying me up like this.