It seems you've found yourself a victim, a victim of my bondage box. I'm not sure exactly if and when you're ever going to find yourself free. I have far too much fun, teasing, tormenting, taunting my victims as they struggle in the confines of the crystal clear box. Letting you see everything, but letting you touch nothing. Sweet treats, so close; yet so far away. You'd do anything to taste, to touch, to feel, but you won't. Ever. Undeserving. Unworthy. Your desperation & you're enslavement fuel my fire.