Put me in predicament bondage as background entertainment.
Let me writhe and squirm right in front of you while you do your work, not even glancing up at my desperate moans of pain.
Read a book while using my bound body as a footrest, and only aknowledge me with a distracted kick when I shift my position trying to somehow make it less uncomfortable.
Have me strung up as a centerpiece while you have guests over. A conductive plate under my heels. My bound arms try to pull my body up so I can stay on my tiptoes. They might slap my ass or pull on my bound nipples. One or two even push me down on purpose and watch the electricity course through me. But you only watch.
I don't even know that my suffering is bringing you pleasure. I only know that you think I deserve it.



















