Slender Slave Girl in Steel Shackles, Cuffs Chained to Collar and a Ballgag Dutifully Tidies Up the Bondage Bedroom! Free-flowing Drool-fest! Catsuited and cuffed to my collar by chains – I’ve been set the task of cleaning the bondage bedroom of my Mistress’ house. Each step in stiletto high heels a struggle as the heavy steel shackles impede my movements, clanking and jingling as I make my way around the bed built for bondage. There are many leather belts strewn around as the double occupants had been released (though I imagine their night in restraints was simply switched to another predicament on being awoken – just as my own day started), their giant ballgags resting on pillows where hooded heads likely rested not long ago. I daydream of the wonders of a life in restraint as I shuffle-step around the giant bed to pick up the detritus of domination, hampered by a leather corset cinching in my waist to a lung-achingly, breath hampering petite eighteen inches, drool flowing freely to the floor from my very own ballgag – the cherry on the top of my slave girl attire.