The Head Maid's bed

Waking slowly you believe everything was just a dream. Blinking you try to rub the gunk out of your eyes, however that when you notice the problem. Your wrists are tied to your ankles with barely any slack. This shocks you awake suddenly reminding you what had happened. You finally notice the pressure that your knew butt plug as memories flash before your eyes. Just thinking of that bitch Head Maid both makes you angry and oddly excided? Your dick tries to get hard but as the cage your wearing now is smaller then your soft state you just receive pain. The only good thing about what is happing is the pillow supporting your body. You move to pull or twist the knots tying you down but find no purchase. Giving up you look around the room for any thing that could help you escape. The only things you notice that mark this room as the Head Maid's room are the size, a wall of bdsm toys, and strangely a gimp showing off a well used pussy.