"...panties!", she sings. Your eyes go wide with revulsion. She wiggles her ass inches away from your face as she slips her pants down, "I promise they were fresh!" As she slides down her pants, she exposes her bare crack to you. "I had been wearing them for days until you came to visit!"
You start thrashing, your screams muffled into the stale garment. With the tape gone, you desperately try to spit the panties out of your mouth. She roughly grabs your chin in one hand and squeezes your mouth, holding you still. She leans in close, inches from your face.
"Now now, be patient. I know that must've whetted your appetite for more, but all things in due time.", she casually places the tape back over your mouth. You continue struggling, but your restraints hold fast. She turns around and slowly slips her pants back up, watching you struggle out of the corner of her eye. She slowly strolls around the room, pacing as you try to fight your way free. She breathes deep, relishing your struggles. You hear a quiet moan of pleasure.
"Now what did I just say about patience?", she places her hand on your forehead again in a motherly fashion. "Sweetheart, I just don't know what I'm going to have to do to you if you don't start behaving...", her hand slips down to your throat, threatening you with a brief choke. You look up at her pleading, tears welling up in your eyes. She continues, almost as an aside, "... there are just so many options in a sound-proof room!"
Your heart sinks...unless she releases you herself or someone comes to get you, you're trapped. There's no calling for help. You stop struggling, defeated. Seeing this, she frowns, "Oh, but it's no fun if you've lost your 'appetite'. I guess I'll have to skip ahead and give you something to eat."
She painfully rips the tape off and plucks her panties out of your mouth, tossing them aside. You take a deep breath, thankful for the new freedom. She then...