The bound woman inhaled sharply through the ring gag, a strange sound through the shape her mouth was forced into. It was a relief to be off her feet - her calves ached terribly from the way the ankle boots forced her to stand - but it was a new torture to have the cool smooth leather beneath her wet, bare skin. It warmed quickly enough under her, and grew slippery as she watched the game, more intensely aware of the gorgeous man standing close behind her, and of the gentle tapping of his fingertips on her leg through the stocking. Stubbornly, she didn't respond with a shake of her head or a nod.