Here’s the last addition. You’ve now added tethers pulling her feet down and forward toward her waist turning the frog tie into more of a hogtie. Between this and the head/neck arch, her squirming has been reduced to nearly nothing. Even so, this splendid damsel succeeds at rolling from side to side a little. But it is abundantly clear that she cannot drag herself any more than an inch or so in any direction. She’s flattened out probed and powerless.

I imagine you, her captor, do not mean her actual harm. But I feel like you plan to keep me tied up like this for a while. Maybe a weekend. Left alone and silenced and wondering if or when I’ll be saved.

Wondering if maybe you’ll be the one to return for me and prolong my captivity. Wondering just how robust is your appetite for my torment.

Embellishments and narratives aside, whsts perfectly clear is that I have had all freedom and choice stripped away by you. You decide what happens to me form here on out.

Yes, it really could be worse.