You would be tied to a low-backed chair.
With silk scarves.
Your wrists bound together.
Your hands palm to palm.
Your elbows tied as close together as possible.
Your arms over the back of the chair.
Your back arched.
Your ankles pulled back to the sides of the chair, as close to the rear legs as possible, and held there by scarves tied to your wrist bindings, forcing you to keep your knees spread apart.
Your mouth stuffed with a rolled up scarf or two, cleave gagged by another scarf, and wrap-gagged by another.
Your eyes blindfolded by more scarves.
Your head pulled back by a scarf tied from your gag and blindfold to your elbow bondage, preventing you from getting it to slip down.
Your waist tightly cinched with another scarf.
A last scarf would be tied to the front of your waist bondage, pass down through your crotch, and tie off at your wrist bondage.
You would be wearing one of your older bikinis, one you didn't plan on keeping much longer.
You would soon be mmppffing laughing and shouting into your gag, squirming and wriggling and struggling to get free while I tickled your helpless and exposed and vulnerable body, especially your nice feet.
But I'd let you catch your breath from time to time and just caress you.

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I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.