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I’m secured to the wooden bondage device, my body held upright and completely bound. My nipples are extremely sensitive, clamped and connected to a chain tied to the top of the post, every slight movement sending sharp, electrifying tension through my chest. My wrists are cuffed behind me and linked by a short chain to the floor plank, while my ankles are cuffed to the same plank, leaving me fully restrained and trapped in place. I’m hooded and ballgagged, the red gag filling my mouth as my senses narrow to the sensations of tension and restraint. Every twitch or shift sends a pull through the clamps and cuffs, making me acutely aware of how thoroughly I’m secured. My feet flex and my soles press against the plank, drawing attention to them and feeding into the foot fetish focus of the scene. The position leaves me in total submission, displayed and helpless, every inch of me aware of the bondage and the chains holding me in place. There’s no escape — just the steady pull of the chains, the tight grip of the cuffs, and the constant stimulation from the nipple clamps, leaving me fully bound, exposed, and embracing my role as a slut in this scene.