Mila’s Long Wait Ends in Full Spandex Bound & Multi-Layer Gagged Torment

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Mila spends the entire day counting minutes, dressed in a sleek, hugging spandex bodysuit that highlights every curve, waiting for Jeff to finally claim her. She craves the tight pull of tape, the fullness of a gag, the helpless moan behind sealed lips. When Jeff finally appears, he doesn’t waste time. First comes the big red ballgag — it stretches her jaw wide as she gasps around it, eyes lighting up with anticipation. Then, roll after roll of silver duct tape binds her: wrists, elbows, torso, thighs, ankles — each layer crisscrossed and sealed, with special focus on her chest, pressing the spandex tight around her bound breasts. Jeff steps back to watch her first struggle — she tries hopping, wiggling, escaping — but the tape holds firm. He leaves her like that: drooling, bound, and begging silently. When he returns, he doesn’t remove the gag — he wraps it. Clear tape coils tightly around the ballgag and her face in a sharp microfoam cleave, sealing the sides and turning her drool into rivers down her chin. She whimpers, “mmmmppphhhh,” her body twitching with frustration and thrill. Then, the ballgag is ripped out — only to be replaced by a thick wad of soft cotton panties stuffed deep into her mouth. Another layer of microfoam tape wraps tightly over it, sealing everything shut. She fights against the new pressure, moaning deep in her throat as saliva pools and leaks from the corners. Jeff ties her into a full hogtie — wrists to ankles — and peels off her heels, exposing her bare soles. A black blindfold is smoothed over her eyes, cutting off sight. Over her existing gag, he adds a final layer: white medical bandage wrap, spiraled tightly from chin to nose, compressing every sound into a low, constant “MMMPPPPHHH.” He gropes her breasts through the taped bodysuit, then delivers firm, playful spanks to her ass — each one making her arch and muffle a moan. Then comes the torture she never saw coming: feather-light fingers dancing across her bare feet. She jerks, squeals into the gag, toes curling wildly — her struggles turning frantic. He stops. Waits. Then returns for one last round of tickling, drawing out her helpless, bound laughter. Finally, he leaves her — hogtied, blinded, triple-gagged, spandex-clad, and utterly defeated — rocking on the floor, drooling, and moaning “mmmppphhh” into the silence.