He wouldn't let me leave for Fetishcon

Description: I'm all packed up and dragging my suitcase down the stairs and hollering for my exhusband tony because i'm ready to catch my flight to fetishcon in tampa florida!!  when he gets to the door he is angry and says he told me not to go and that i can not go. um, i'm confused! he loves his alone time and he likes me having my own life and we've never had this type of dynamic, i loathe this type of thing. i just don't know where this is coming from. he drags me away, he also doesn't approve of my airport leggings outfit and blond hair. he says i look slutty. i'm boxtied off screen and he adds more rope as i implore with him to let me catch my flight and how great it will be to meet new models to come up to shoot, but he isn't going for it no matter what i say. i'm seated in the chair and he drags my suitcase over and opens it. he pulls out a few pairs of new vs panties with tags on them and asks me why i needed to get new panties for fetishcon. he pulls the tags off. i beg him not to stuff them in my mouth. they haven't been washed! who the hell knows what chemical nightmare and germs are on those things! he balls the two smaller ones up into the big one and stuffs them in my mouth, then he uses some vetwrap as a cleave. the wad is huge, i can't spit them out. now, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle and see if i can get free. i can't, i make it to the floor and he decides to hogtie me. i hate boxties, i have not been able to do one in many years and of course he chose to put me into a boxtie to make me suffer. lucky for me the carnivore diet has taken away so much inflammation that i can do this thing that i have not been able to successfully do without crying out in pain. so i'm hogtied and crotch roped and trying to struggle but it is so hard to roll in boxties, now i understand why most of my models just stay stuck on their belly and don't even attempt to roll. i can not get my wrists out. i can't do anything to help myself. he comes back and adds white electrical tape to the gag which already sucked and hurt the back of my neck. this is so unlike him, i can't even get him to gag me in a mean way like this even when a custom client is paying for it so this is really crazy.  i struggle, i kick a nike air max off, i grunt and moan in frustration. i never should have let that creep back into my life, what a total jerk. run time 16 minutes and 39 seconds