It's time for Lew to play with his toy...

Drea was excited for a mellow night at home. Lew had promised Drea for weeks that this would finally be the day he'd have time for some play, and she had been counting down the hours since she woke up. The plan was to do a little bit of bondage and let go of some stress. It all started off without a hitch- measurements were taken and adjusted, gag was tightly secured, vibrator perfectly placed. Drea could barely contain herself from answering the call of the buzzing magic wand when... wait, is that Lew's phone disturbing her incoming peace?

Watch me stuff my mouth with panties, secure it with a penis ballgag, and try really hard to not gag while showing off my cute little outfit.

I am manhandled and stripped down to a tiny skirt, thigh high stockings, and 6 inch heels. Rope is tightly tied to my wrists, elbows, and ankles, with a final rope placed from neck to ankles to complete the hogtie. This hogtie rope passes through an up point. The hogtie doesn't seem all that tight at first, but Lew places me on a padded table that has an elevated section. Once I'm in the right position, the table section is slowly lowered and my weight pulls on the rope passing through the static up-point. This tightens the rope on my ankles and neck, making it progressively harder to take a deep breath. There's a vibrator buzzing between my legs, but I'm too distracted for it, trying hard to keep my balance on the table, and enough air to breathe.

Bound topless to a chair, Drea chooses the promise of orgasms over the questionable importance of oxygen. It's only a matter of 12 minutes before Drea begins to regret her choices.