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The rod took every available inch and I dared not squirm. My arms were tied behind the chair’s back, wrists crossed, with more rope around my breasts in a criss-cross pattern. My ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair, then more rope wound about the thighs pulled them apart. The dress covered my p***y, but all someone needed to do was just lift up the hem and discover that my juices already stained the wood. The tiny remote hung from the collar’s front ring, bouncing against the tightened fabric of the dress between my breasts.
The hood was loosened and lifted away. The leather plug emptied from my mouth, a string of saliva trailing from my lips. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry, the tongue swollen. A pair of gloved hands stuffed my mouth with soft, cotton waddin
