You've had it with me not wearing the proper attire to work. My blouse is too low cut, skirt too high, or I forget heels and pantyhose or stockings on the regular. This time though you've decided to teach me a lesson. You frog tie my legs first. I won't stop yelling and cussing though, so you have to add more. You tape my hands tightly behind my back. Then, you proceed to gag me with microfoam. Now all you can hear are my muffled screams and curses. I struggle to get out but I'm stuck