Sydney Hale She hates having her palms packaged

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It's wedding season and going and having to socialize is oh so much fun! We came home one evening and I didn't get any wedding cake and I wished dessert. I found exactly what I was looking for in the kitchen, Chocolatey raw cake! Orgasmically good. My dude wished dessert too but he said I would have to go into the bedroom to find it. I asked if I could bring the cake, but he said no. I shoveled the rest of the cake in my jaws and followed him. He wished a different kind of dessert, one that is more for him than it was for me. He commenced strapping my wrists behind my back, followed by my upper arms. This is not the kind of dessert I was expecting. Recently he has been getting suspicious of me attempting to untruss knots, so to make sure that wouldn't happen he wrapped my palms closed with electrical tape. I was not satisfied with the situation. He XXXX me to the ground and roped my ankles together. Making it so my ankle hard-ons were highly awkwardly pawing together. Then roped another rope from my ankles to my wrist, making me practically immobile. My dude was truly commencing to appreciate his dessert, but something was missing. I kept protesting and complaining how I still wished real dessert. Then he remembered what his dessert was missing. He linked the corset ball gag to my face, highly tightly...with this gag i cannot slobber the ball out. My dude stepped back to appreciate his quiet enslaved dessert. The crimson ball in my jaws was like the virgin on top. All I could do was roll around on the floor while he watched. Privately liking every min of it...