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It was supposed to be a calm session, but my Mistress had other plans.
I was restrained on a small bench, my wrists locked tightly behind my back in rigid cuffs. My elbows were pulled close together and secured with leather straps until I could barely move my arms. My legs were fixed firmly to each side of the bench, keeping me completely in place.
My mouth was sealed with layers of tape, wrapped around my head until silence was absolute. Over it, a heavy leather hood was laced tightly, enclosing my head completely and leaving me in darkness and stillness.
Finally, the masturbator was added — a reminder that every part of me was under control, every movement watched and decided by her. There was no escape, only surrender.