Rostad på en grill: Jag har ingen flykt när mina handleder och fotleder är helt bundna

You want to see me suffering, don't you? You have your barbecue ready for my body, you want my skin red and roasted and my face shaked, that is so cruel! This is the show you want to enjoy: topless, with a skimpy thong, my wrists are tied with a rope, my arms stretched and parallel to each other, I am showing my armpits, just shaved, smooth for your cooking. Then my ankles: you have also tied them with leather cuffs, my legs spaced slightly apart. Now I am totally immobilized at your mercy. You don't want me to speak or yelp, you gag my mouth with a black bandana. That is how I am under your control. Now you cover my full body with cooking oil. You want it shining, mixed with my sweat. I struggle, flex my arms and legs, I am trying to escape, but it is impossible. My moaning gets you hard, I am like a weak, vulnerable prey in your grill.