Every Damsel in Distress needs a dramatic couch to throw herself dramatically into. That's exactly what I did. My ankles were tied criss-crossed making it so that I couldn't stand very well. Forest said I needed to practice my balance and being more lady like. Forest brought out the arm binder, my least favorite arm constraint. He tied it tight, saying he wants my elbows touching sooner than later, my fingers immediately started to tingle. He then made a pair of my cotton panties into my mouth and tying them in with a cloth rag. The only way I could show my displeasure was throwing myself dramatically around on my dramatic couch!
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