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Martin steps away from the computer for a while to take a breather. He&8217;s thirsty so he goes into the kitchen, does the few dishes sitting in the sink, and grabs something from the fridge. Dead center of the island, I&8217;m bound and my mouth is tightly wrapped as I struggle in my tiny house clothes. Barefeet, midriff tee, and boy shorts. My knees and ankles are tied, complete with a chest harness and my elbows together. Before he leaves back to the office, he pervertedly watches me struggle so helplessly, and then goes back to his business.
Date: June 5, 2024
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