His femdom captor found him on a deserted road, helpless, cruelly bound and with a bag over his head, and he became her personal bondage toy. Day after day he is kept tightly roped in her dungeon, losing track of time, each sleepless night spent in another cruel position she builds with her skilled hands: hogtied on a mat against the brick wall, curled up in rope with a sack strapped over his head, his face pushed into the concrete while she hauls the lines tight. A leather harness gag locks his jaw. When she has played enough she drives him back to the same road and leaves him roped, a crude stick gag tied in with rope muffling him and the bag back over his head as a hood, but not before tormenting him one last time.
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