Damsel Fayth Struggles In Chair
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I wake up and find myself cleave-gagged with my ankles and legs secured tightly together with 3 different ropes, my wrists bound behind my back and a chest harness to hold my arms back and my tits made bigger. I instantly start moaning and mphhing thru my gag and testing the restraints. My light blue silk blouse glistens in the light as the rope really pops from over top my thick blue tights. My skirt rides up my legs as well. I struggle on the chair, doing all i can to struggle in every way possible a damsel can on the chair. My brand new pair of ankle strap high-heels barely can move as I try to loosen my ankle ropes. I get frustrated since nothing is loosening if not getting tighter with my struggling. I carefully stand up but proves to be unsafe. I protest through my gag as I work the chair even more. I gather the courage to stand again and slowly make my way to the door with a worried look on my face and sincere gag talk and noises as I do not want to fall. I finally make it to the door but it is locked as I am very disappointed but don't give up. I make my way back to the chair of safety altho still bound...there is only one thing left to do and that is to safely make it to the floor to see if the ropes will loosen then. Stay tuned for Part 2 of my floor struggling damsel defeat.