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The heat in the garage is rising as I sit kneeling and securely fastened with cable ties into a frogtie with arms behind my back. My black push up bra peeks out from underneath my shirt announcing my backstage pass as my skin tight acid wash jeggings fall down a bit. I can't complain on account of the black ball gag in my mouth. Not that I want to now that I now have everyone's full attention. I struggle around on my knees, drool falling from my gag, my keds sneakers not providing enough traction to push myself out of this situation. I find that this particular tie is extra difficult, because the plastic bites into my skin, but doesn't loosen like rope. I wonder if this would be more fun if music was playing, but the garage band just moves closer to watch me struggle. I look up and Johnny has a smug smile on his face as he is pretty pleased with his ability to keep me rooted. Oh well, maybe I've earned my backstage pass now.
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I don't bite as much as cable ties!