Sahrye is a Massively Gagged, Humiliated, Frustrated, Gagbitching and FUMING MAD Dominatrix!

Sahrye’s on the phone, tapping her heel, ready to knock out this last session and hit the bar with her girlfriend. The guy walks in. She points to the floor and says get on your knees. He laughs, calls her gorgeous. She doesn’t blink. “Knees. Now.” He tells her he booked the session to tie her up. She snorts, tells him she doesn’t get tied, ever. Voices rise, money gets demanded back, and she flat-out refuses. Next thing, his hands are on her and the ropes come out fast. She fights like hell, nearly topples off the hassock, but he muscles her back and cinches every knot until she’s hogtied tight and spitting mad. He drags a pair of her own cotton panties from her gym bag, huge and worn for days, and shoves the whole wad into her mouth. She tries to curse through it, but the fabric fills her, thick and muffling. He slaps his hand over her lips, makes her huff the scent, then laughs while he wraps two-inch black tape around her head, sealing the gag deep and turning every protest into a wet, furious mmph. A final rope yanks her neck down to her knees, locking her in a tight sitting ball tie. Those tall Dom boots flex as she squirms, wrists locked, chest harness digging, ankles and thighs lashed so the rope bites every time she twists. Sweat darkens the cotton, but it only grips harder. She rocks, bounces, and glares over the shiny tape, a pissed-off dominatrix reduced to nothing but writhing, muffled rage.