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We wriggle against the tape, arms pinned behind our backs and our ankles bound, the bandanas between our lips making every sound exaggerated and dramatic. You stand there, watching us, hard dick and all. This is really getting you off, isn’t it? Gross. Every glare and twist of our bodies says the same thing, LET US GO. We roll our eyes, and let out muffled humiliation as you sit there and watch.  Even gagged, we don’t stop trying to talk back. You can practically hear the sass in every noise we make as we scold and mock you for watching instead of helping. By the end, we’re both fuming behind our gags, proving that even tied up, we never lose our brat energy. And then, at the height of our struggle, you just… walk away. The last thing we see is you turning your back on us, leaving us bound and gagged.