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I am but a willing toy. You'll catch the faintest glint of my largest jeweled butt plug just as we begin. My body is tightly bound by my wrists, my back, my ankles, and even my hair. Once I am truly helpless, Sir places my ring gag in and locks it in place. Spittle runs out of my mouth over the ring before it cascades to the surface and pools there on the table. Bubbles form on the edge of my lips. The bonds pull against my skin leaving lovely ligature kisses. I moan and pant at the sensations. When our play is done, one bubble of saliva is suspended within my gag. At Sir's command, I cover myself in my own drool. You can see the lines travel from my hands to my breasts.

Musical Score by FloodDamage