I’m standing here completely exposed—topless, my heavy tits swaying with every desperate wiggle, my fiery red hair in playful bunches that make me look innocent… even though I’m anything but. I’m locked up good—hands cuffed behind my back, cold metal biting into my wrists, chained to a fixed point outside where anyone could see me. But no one’s coming to help. I’m all yours to watch… and suffer. That shiny spider gag is clamped tightly into my mouth, the metal arms prying my lips open wide, keeping my jaw aching and drool spilling down my chin in thick, shameful strings. I can’t speak. Can’t beg. Can’t even whimper properly—just muffled moans and helpless sobs as I tug against the cuffs, my big thighs trembling in these towering heels. Do you like me like this? Helpless? Exposed? Dripping for you? Should I be left out here… all night?