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The layers of tape over her mouth meant that she could only breathe through her nose. As the hazy glow of orgasm began to recede, Juna struggled to take in enough air to feed her wanting body. It was just one of several ways that she found the gag intensely frustrating– and at the same time, intensely arousing. The cuffs around her wrists– cuffs that Musse had started to put on, but Juna herself had finished– had stripped her of much of her movement. Surrendering her ARCUS had put arts out of reach. But the combination of tape and cloth stopping her voice left Juna helpless in a way that she had never experienced before. “Muhh...Muhhee…” If she tried, she could make a handful of barely-intelligible sounds; not enough to convey the scale and scope of the desperate need that had had her in its iron grip for what felt like hours. Nor was it enough to express the combination of gratitude and contentment that followed in her climax’s wake. “Hmm…? Yes, Juna? What was that again?”