I still haven't built the fire that i was asked to do, so in return I am bound and left to struggle in the grass with nature. You watch as I struggle and I moan and mmpphh through my gag. I cant go anywhere and IF i could, i surely am stuck on this island in northern Wisconsin. I am only wearing black tights and a bra with purple leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists all connected together to ensure my captivity and punishment for doing as I am told. Will I ever learn my lesson or do more means of punishment for no listening in order. Stay tuned for more island bound torments.