The spider gag had been inserted some time ago but time gets lost in situations such as these. Her mouth had gone dry but she was now drooling, the textures didn't relate to one another.
Her hands, cuffed to the pipe work, uncomfortabley ached, the shorted chain meant it was impossible to find a position that was comfortable. The Mind-fold kept altering her perception of reality, drawing her deeper into a tranceant state. There was pleasure in that at least. The almost dissent muffled voices of the gathering comforted her, it was the same feeling she had as a child when her parents had people round and she was in bed the coyness of friendship.
Another feeling began to take grip of her. One she had been expecting, the sudden building up of desperation the almost uncontrollable need to pee. It was overwhelming. Sir had made her wear her best underwear that morning and now it dawned on her why. His words resounding through her head " If I come up and you've wet yourself..." She hadn't known about the effect of Dandelion tea....she understood it now to be diuretic. She tried to hold it in crossing, folding, wriggling her legs. It was useless a warm steady stream flowed out of her, she went bright red.