teasing myself while fantasizing about being tied up and denied. I can’t help but touch myself as my arousal builds—until my dominant suddenly walks in and catches me. Furious, he calls me a filthy brat and tells me he’s going to make sure I won’t be able to touch myself again.

Without wasting time, he grabs his rope, binds my wrists, and cinches my elbows tightly behind my back. My bratty attitude doesn’t stop, but that only fuels him more. He moves down to my legs, ties my ankles, and roughly hauls me into a tight hogtie right there on the cold, dirty floor.
I’m left squirming, restrained, and dripping with frustration—completely helpless and unable to reach what I crave. He walks away, leaving me alone in my ropes, left to wriggle and whimper in denial.