Lacey’s Post-Work Tape Gag Endurance Test

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duct tape, wrap gag, clear tape, microfoam, cleave, hogtied, bandage, bound, struggle, mmmph Lacey kicks off her work heels, flops onto the bed in her office attire, craving total relaxation. But a hand clamps hard over her mouth mid-sigh— she's wrestled down, limbs swiftly sheathed in silver duct tape from wrists to shoulders, elbows pinned, knees and ankles fused tight. A massive wrap gag circles her head repeatedly, stuffing packed deep inside, turning her shocked yells into booming **MMMMMPPPPHHH!**s as she's dumped on the mattress to thrash. Sweat-slicked after endless rolls and bucks, the wrap peels off only for a huge clear tape gag to take its place—transparent layers stretched skin-tight over her lips, every strained word visible but utterly unintelligible, breath fogging the sticky film as she twists harder, eyes blazing frustration. The clear tape rips free next, swapped for a gigantic microfoam cleave gag: wide strip jammed between teeth, wrapped viciously around her head, cheeks bulging, jaw locked. Lacey grinds her soles into the bed, arches her taped core, mmmmphing through the compressing foam while the unyielding bonds mock her every pull. One final upgrade: microfoam yanked away, she's dragged into a crushing hogtie—ankles taped to wrists, back bowed sharply—with a snug bandage wrap gag layered over stuffing, white coils muffling her to faint mmmpphhhs. She rocks side to side, elbows kissing heels, the hogtie biting deeper with each spasm, total surrender in sight. Finally released, Lacey claws at the bandage, rips it free, gasping in exhausted freedom—but the memory of her gag gauntlet lingers.