She's a dom

She can't hold her rage back any longer. "I'm a dom, you pervert!" she yells, and with that, she hits you on the head and knocks you out.

When you come around, the first thing you notice is that you're sitting on a toilet seat in a dirty stall in the girls locker room. The second thing you notice is that you can't move your arms or legs. Struggling, you realize that you've been bound.

Pink handcuffs connect your hands together. The chain connecting the cuffs together goes around a pipe over your head. You give them a jiggle, and it becomes evident that they're not going to come loose. Rope is tied around your knees and it goes behind the toilet, keeping your thighs and upper legs spread tightly while your lower legs uselessly dangle. You're also wearing Megan's cat ears and her collar is locked snugly around your neck.

You're wearing a pink chastity cage. It's just smaller than your flaccid cock, and the only key to the secure-looking lock is on a string around your neck.

You think to yourself, "I've got to get out of here before someone finds me! Or even worse, Megan comes back and takes ****!" However, your bonds are tight, and after 15 minutes of fruitless struggling, you hear a door open and footsteps. Someone's coming into the locker room!