I was fooled when I was told to wear my sexiest lingerie and offered to play a game. Next thing I know my arms are cuffed above my head, my ankles are shackled and I'm stuck to the leg area of this bar in town, My pantyhose are getting ruined with my struggles, my heals are getting scraped up from the cold cement below me and my wrists are in pain from the unforgiving metal locked around them. The rubber bit-gag keeps my words muffled and my pleas more pathetic sounding. I test every position this metal bondage will allow, wincing in pain at times, looking desperate others and trying not to...

I was fooled when I was told to wear my sexiest lingerie and offered to play a game. Next thing I know my arms are cuffed above my head, my ankles are shackled and I'm stuck to the leg area of this bar in town, My pantyhose are getting ruined with my struggles, my heals are getting scraped up from the cold cement below me and my wrists are in pain from the unforgiving metal locked around them. The rubber bit-gag keeps my words muffled and my pleas more pathetic sounding. I test every position this metal bondage will allow, wincing in pain at times, looking desperate others and trying not to give up otherwise. I really am trying to figure out a weak spot in this situation as a bar patron has a seat beside me, totally ignoring me as he orders a drink and the bartender makes the drink. I beg and plead but my gagged voice goes to mute ears and seemingly invisible humans. Geesh..What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here..I just wish i was bound to a bar-stool instead of where they cant see me to serve me. I mean i don't have any panties on and give lovely peeks up from my stockings and garter-belt and suspenders. What more can I do?