My wrists are locked bondage stocks behind me, pinned through the holes with my arms pulled back while I lie on my belly, the wood pressing against my wrists as my hands rest useless on the other side—I can’t reach the locks, can’t pull free.
The hood swallows my vision in thick darkness, and the silicone ballgag fills my mouth, stretching my jaw wide while drool spills steadily onto the floor beneath my face. I can feel it—warm and wet against my chin, pooling humiliatingly where my cheek meets the ground. My white vest top presses against my stomach, my denim jeans covering my legs as I lie with my bare soles exposed behind me attached to the stocks—arches facing upward, toes curling and flexing, the sensitive skin of my soles fully visible.
I pull forward struggling against the stocks and feel the wood bite into my wrist bones, my hands grasping empty air while my shoulders burn from the strain of arms pulled back. My soles scrunch hard, wrinkles forming and smoothing as I flex my feet, heels shifting uselessly against the ground with no leverage to push myself up. More drool spills from my gagged mouth, warm against my skin, my muffled sounds swallowed by the hood as I arch my hips and jerk forward again—wrists locked behind me, barefoot soles writhing, silent and struggling uselessly against the wood that holds me pinned to the floor.
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