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DiD | Handcuffs | Gag talk
What the hell? I'm handcuffed to a banister, and my ankles are handcuffed too! My mouth is stuffed with a silk cleave gag and I'm dressed in a black bra, a black and white girdle, and black nylons. How did I end up here? I panic, and start trying to test the handcuffs binding me in a variety of ways. Will I get free if I use my feet as leverage for my wrists? What about if I pull backwards? Suddenly I notice my phone. Freedom is so close! I clumsily use my stockinged soles to pick up the phone. Easy, easy . . . I shakily bring it up to my hands . . . and then drop it! Fuck! I struggle and squirm more against the handcuffs, but it seems my helpless fate is sealed.