I’m already in the chair when the camera starts. Hood down, that little red flash showing, striped top, cutoff jean shorts, white socks and my black Converse on the floor. He taped my arms behind me and wrapped my thighs tight so I can’t open my legs or get any real leverage.

He starts me with the ballgag. I can still make noise around it little desperate sounds while I twist against the chair and the shorts ride higher. Then he takes the gag out and tapes my mouth shut. Layer after layer until I’m completely silent, still tied exactly like that, hooded, sneakers planted, nothing I can do but sit there and take it.