Vivienne says her farewells as she knows my in trouble with what Im about to do. She smiles and wishes me luck and stands back and watches my demise as my Master decided to let me out of the dungeon to get some fresh air but he certainly wont let me unbound until i earn it. I have shackles made of rope around my ankles making me hobble nomatter. I also have rope cuffs around my wrists giving me just enough to lift and carry rocks to the van. My mouth is shoved full of a large white ball-gag strapped tightly around my head. This does not shut me up one bit. I gag-talk as if there isn't somethin...

Vivienne says her farewells as she knows my in trouble with what Im about to do. She smiles and wishes me luck and stands back and watches my demise as my Master decided to let me out of the dungeon to get some fresh air but he certainly wont let me unbound until i earn it. I have shackles made of rope around my ankles making me hobble nomatter. I also have rope cuffs around my wrists giving me just enough to lift and carry rocks to the van. My mouth is shoved full of a large white ball-gag strapped tightly around my head. This does not shut me up one bit. I gag-talk as if there isn't something hindering my speech. No wonder he keeps me locked up., I am a whiny, snotty, complaint filled slave. He gives me demands and i try to obey but not without a bit of stubborn brat comments back. The rope digs further and further into my sweat covered ankles causing the skin to break and I then complain even more. I'm sweating through the white wife beater tank top as you see my panties beneath. He eventually has mercy for me and releases my ankles since it will take forever to get as many as he insists we need. I move faster now but still gag talk and chitchat through my gagged mouth. This 100 degree weather isn't good for a slave to work so hard out in, or is it?