Kneeling beside "The Mother of Anarchy", my skin tight, scandalously short leopard print mini-tube dress disheveled, runs in my fishnet stockings, bright pink heels still clinging to my feet. My big, flowing, waist-long platinum blonde hair is a tousled mess. There are hand prints across my cheeks. Several coils of silk rope bind me - my hands are tied tight behind my back, with several loops wrapped around my shoulders and upper arms. My thick, toned thighs are tied together, along with my ankles. A hot-pink SLUT collar is wrapped around my neck. I nod and softly whimper,
"I'm sorry, gals.. Mama Silk has failed y'all..I thought I could captured The Mother of Anarchy, but she ended up beating me up in a catfight and capturing me! I am SO humiliated... so managed to even use mah own ropes to tie me up and collar me... I'm hers now.."
I lower my head and sigh deeply in defeat..