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So, there I am-struggling in a frog tie on my anniversary date night. My pretty black satin dress hiking up my leg to reveal the tops of my stockings and garters. My heels fall off from the struggle. I have drool running off my perfectly shiny red "apple like" ball gag.

I quickly forget about our dinner reservations at the fancy restaurant across town as I struggle against the ropes that have my elbows and wrists tied so tight. I even forget that we were suppose to go out tonight, because at this moment, I am exactly where I want to be-tied tight by my master, in my own domain.

I'm impressed that the frog tie on my legs doesn't budge, as it should be sliding up and down on my silky Cuban heeled stockings. And my ball gag is pretty big and tight, producing a lot of drool. But, I don't mind, because I feel pretty playful right now. Johnny took a few pictures as so he won't ever forget this anniversary even though he knows the pictures won't do justice for the memory.

After while he decides to let me go, so we can still go out for the night. Now my only problems are finding a non drool dress to wear to dinner and shaking the sensations that tell me I want to be tied up again and play ALL NIGHT LONG.

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