So there I was bound and for the first time, gagged. Before I could struggle further, Tom secured me further by binding my ankles strips of long cloth which he clearly readied—they came from his pocket. “Yo-mp ,” I began trying to scold him trying to say why didn’t you tell me about “game” before hand?
He straightened my skirt to cover my modesty and remarked, “don’t go anywhere, sweetie; I’ve got to answer the call of nature.”
As soon as tom left, I started struggling and rolling around, trying to dislodge my gag and my bonds. After no intial success, I spied the nearby plastic chair and moved over, rubbing my restrained hands. Sucess! I thought still gagged as the bonds broke lose. I proceded to undo the knot of tha gag but with my back facing the nearby door I was shocked gain as a hand pried my fingers away and clamped down on my mouth.
“Trying to escape eh?” Tom hissed into my mouth. Freaking hell, I thought but he yanked me and dragged my back to the sofa. Pressing me against the sofa, my eyes widen as I noticed a roll of masking tape in his hands. “This willl be better and proper,” he remarked. Struggling to no avail, he pressed the stilll lodged hanky back into my mouth and plastered over a piece of tape. Flipping me over, He re-bound my hands with the hankies and double secured them with the tape. Pressing my whole body down, my ankles were similarly bound.
So for the next three hours he fondled me as I attempted to no avail to get out of the even tighter bonds and shift the tape gag. Alas, he released me and in the nick on time too as someone was at the door.
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