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If only your mumbling made any sense to me, sissy... I just can't understand a word you're saying with that penis gag pushed so deeply into your throat. I can only guess you're trying to beg me not to do this... begging me as best you can not to leave you here - all tied up on the bed the way you are. I presume you're regretting telling me about that silly fantasy now, huh? Hmm? You poor thing. I can see by the expression on your face and the fear in your wide, glassy eyes that you've changed your mind, right? You really don't want this to happen, do you? You want it to stop, don't you, Sissy? Too fucking bad. It's not gonna stop, Sissy. You asked me to do this to you, and that's what you're gonna get. You remember asking me, right? "Dear Goddess, I have a fantasy. I wanna be dressed up as a girl and tied up in a hotel room and left." That was the general idea, right? You wanted to be fucking helpless, feminized, all bound up and left there, left to struggle as you contemplate your embarrassing predicament, as you await the inevitable humiliation of being discovered. That's the public Sissy exposure fantasy you wanted to live out. And so, here you are, Sissy. You're getting exactly what you asked for.

I have to admit, Sissy, as cruel and uncaring as I am, I really do understand your panic right now. I fully understand your regret. You do look fucking ridiculous after all. I know it will be thoroughly humiliating for you when you're finally discovered like this. Honestly, if you could actually see yourself right now, maybe I'll prop a mirror up before I leave so you can enjoy your own predicament as much as I am. You're totally bound up, like a true damsel in distress, hogtied, your wrists bound to your ankles, trussed up and totally helpless. Literally, the only way you're getting out of this situation is with someone else's help, Sissy, and it's not gonna be mine, so you know. Uh-huh. You'll just have to lie there, staring at your unfortunate reflection until someone eventually rescues you, asking yourself why the fuck you asked for this. Why did you request to be dressed in such an embarrassingly feminine outfit, Sissy? Why a pink PVC maid's uniform, huh? Why such a ridiculous, over-the-top ruffled petticoat? Why would you beg to be put into such tight, uncomfortable lingerie? Why such impossibly high heels? Why such a long wig stuck to your head? Why all the makeup, Sissy? Why on Earth did you want me to do all this to you, huh? Fuck, why did you insist on no safe word? Why, Sissy? You're gonna have plenty of time to ask yourself all these questions, bitch, while you wriggle around and cry and struggle down there, but it's not gonna do you any good.

I'm going to leave you like that, Sissy, squirming around on the floor in your humiliating outfit, all dressed in pink PVC, with your panties pulled up high and your stockings fastened and your heels locked onto your ankles and your ankles bound to your wrists. Oh, Sissy, this is fucking priceless. And you asked me to leave you. More than that, you paid me to. Blame your past self for this, because that stupid little bitch wanted this for her future self, and now your present self has to pay for her idiotic fucking decisions to be left for the hotel maid to find you. Oh my God, who even does this, huh? You wanted to face the humiliation of being discovered by hotel staff, eventually discovered, because who knows how long you're gonna have to wait, Sissy, waiting and waiting, imagining how this is all gonna play out before that door finally swings open and the maid walks in. An hour after I've left? A few hours? Maybe you'll struggle all through the night before the hotel decides to clean your room. And then what? Hmm? What happens to an exposed Sissy bitch when the Humilitel hotel maid catches you all tied up and gagged like that? You're not gonna get away with a cute, "Ooh la la," and a cute giggle. Fuck no, you little pansy. She's gonna call for help, Sissy. She's gonna call the other maids, or maybe her supervisor or the manager. You're gonna have to explain yourself, and that's not just humiliating, Sissy. That's totally fucking mortifying. Lying there in your pathetic pink plastic Sissy uniform and lingerie, trussed up like a fetish dolly with tear-soaked makeup streaming down your cheeks with slut printed on your forehead in bright pink lipstick, explaining how you ended up all tied up on the floor of your hotel room. Wow, that little image is gonna make so fucking hot for my boyfriend tonight, for sure. Well, anyway, good luck, I guess, Sissy. Good fucking luck.