Sunday, August 11, 2019
Where am I? Why can’t I move? What happened? What is this? I shake my head a little. This is a bit of pickle, now, isn’t it? Some freak kidnapped me, it seems. I look at my legs: six ropes truss them like a stuffed pork roast. Well, my legs and their three ropes are a tenderloin, and my thick strong thighs and their three ropes are the stuffed pork roast. I’m a pretty roast though.
I’m in a big room, lying on a leather sofa. On the floor is blue and white diamond carpet from a fine manufacturer for sure. This isn’t budget furniture or budget carpet. Three sofas surround a rectangle of the carpet, and the rest of the room has finely polished oak floors, almost like some person used this room for formal balls, dancing, and all-around entertainment. As such boorish men on those old shows my father watched might say, “Gee, what a swell joint.â€
Why am I bound and gagged though? When the day started, blue jeans, socks, and red pumps to go to work felt like a power move, especially when paired with this charcoal grey blouse I wear with such presence. I thought I was going to be a goddess of the office, and instead I look more fit to worship the porcelain god or, more disturbingly, become some weirdos plaything.
This person tied me up so well though. I mentioned my luscious legs, but I have other problems besides just that. The legs are so annoying, though. Why did they wrap the rope into my heels? Do they have a heel fetish and want to make a spectacle of me? Ewwww… there are cameras in all of the corners. Oh, God, they’re fapping, aren’t they? They’re watching and fapping while I struggle here on the sofa, and when I think I’ve figured things out they’re gonna waltz onto their precious dance floor and take me to the cleaners. I don’t want to be one of those girls locked in a dark basement to be an imprisoned baby factory for some psychopath! God, no!
“Mmmmmmmm!†I wail at the thought of such things and then shake them out of my head. OK. I need to keep calm. Deep breaths, Mackenzie. Deep breaths. You can do this. Maybe it’s all a sick game with no intention to hurt you. Seriously, though, just look at my legs. I am such a hottie right now. The choice of clothesline for this was absolutely brilliant. OK, looking about me, I’ve been abducted by a creep with a sense of style. The light fixtures are absolutely beyond the financial status of anyone I’ve ever known except maybe that one girl I knew in high school.
There is a vibrator strapped to my thigh, and the bulb is tightly against my body. Thankfully, it’s doing nothing. My kidnapper must have plans for it though. Sh-t, my wrists are tied pretty well, too. My arms are crossed about mid-forearm and tightly tied in place, and when I pull on them I feel a nasty pull. I see the crotch rope over my pants, but… Ewww, gross. There are two crotch ropes, and one of them is right in between my p-ssy lips underneath my panties. That’s just too disgusting. Someone wants to see me fapping, but is it fapping if I don’t want to do it to myself?
I’m glad for one thing though: my bosom is still in my clothes. That’s a good thing. Perhaps my coworker abducted me; I often don’t wear a bra in hopes of making him notice me. He’s one of those brainiacs who can genuinely love someone but is too focused on work to notice that I’m an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous dirty blonde babe. Yeah, my nipples do show through my top; I’d done that much right today even if getting kidnapped wasn’t on my agenda. Then again, it’s kind of dark outside, which means I’ve been out cold for several hours since I was knocked out at the end of the work day. What a nice harness—it really brings out my figure in a good way, but why does it have to restrain my arms so badly? Oh, f-ck it, let’s find a mirror and get out of this.
Standing up is a real chore. Dang. Now I can see the note on the right sofa and hop over to it so I can read the text: You must earn your escape, my dear. You must get to Cabin 1 to begin the quest. Find a note in there and read it to find your first task. Wow, what sloppy handwriting I have to decipher to get that. If the creep’s older, I’m sure they had the back of their wrist slapped with a wooden ruler many times as a kid. They needed some whacks right on their bare ass too.
This is just dandy. With a sigh, I begin to hop towards the door, and my heels clack on the finely polished floors. I hope my heels leave a scratch so deep you have to have the floors replaced. It can’t be my coworker despite my desire for him to do something just like this to me; he doesn’t have this much money. CLACK! I wobble and then hop. CLACK! The process is a bit slow, but I reach the door and push it open and hop out into the night.
The ship is classic white, both below me and on the walls. The waxing gibbous smiles at me; the man on the moon sees all and always smiles. I’d like to wipe that smile off his race right now; to think I once dreamed of going up in space. Then again, most kids dream that, even if for a single week of their entire life. I see no cabins as I survey the row of doors going down the ship to the left of me. To the right, is the beautiful peace Tampa Bay, and beyond that is the glow of the city of Tampa itself. I’m right here, in the thick of things, and no one but me and my kidnapper even knows that I’m here or even in such a dire situation. Life is kind of funny like that sometimes.
Still, the moon shines upon the water. The stars glow up in the sky. The waves lap against the starboard side of the vessel. The drool begins to pour off the ball gag. Drool?! Ball gag?! God, yes, I never paid attention to the gag. It’s a big rubbery ball gag that is jammed into my mouth to keep me from crying out for help, and it’s tightly strapped so that I can’t spit it out either. What a way to ruin a beautiful scene. F-ck you, whoever you are! Ugh! Tape’s so much more elegant.
CLACK! I have to get to a staircase because my task is on a lower level of the ship. CLACK! Those crotch ropes dig into my lips in a way that charges me up. How I’d like to slap someone on the face. Six ropes on my legs with the ankle rope wrapping my heels is overkill even if I’m the sexiest beauty to be bound and gagged on a vessel. CLACK!
Cabin 1 has a bright blue door. What a beautiful scene with dolphins and fish and such upon it to greet someone under happier circumstances. CLACK! I back up to the door, put my hand on the handle, and open it. PLUCK! BRRRTTT! BZZZZZZ! The vibrator roars to life, and I drop to my knees in my first orgasm. That’s just dandy. The door had a booby trap rigged to turn the vibrator onto a low buzz the moment I opened the door. I will be very annoyed if this causes so much pain I cry because then my eyeshadow will be ruined!
Now I have to scrunch myself while sitting on the floor into the room with that alternating blue and white diamond carpeting. Cherry furniture is everywhere. The nightstands, the bed, the two chairs, and the wide short dresser are all cherry. The walls are bright blue, but the base trim, the crown molding, and the door trims are white. Below the crown molding is nautical wallpaper in which I see fish, shells, sea urchins, and so many more things. Makes me wish I’d chosen to be a marine biologist instead of my actual career path. Such is life. On the dresser is a big screen TV, and on the nightstands are two lamps. This is a nice place and an odd choice for my captivity.
I use the bed to get myself up to my feet and pause to admire the satiny teal bed comforter and its matching pillow shams. On the nightstand is a new note in the same scratchy handwriting which I already have grown to hate so much. The key to the nightstand drawer is out in the open; get it to open the door to Cabin 3. What a nuisance! I had the sinking feeling that Cabin 3 would either be on another level or on the other side of the vessel.
But the key is out in the open. That’s a positive sign, right? I take a hop and look at every one of the surfaces, but there’s no key. That means it’s in the bathroom? I better not be set up for those sadistic movie scenes where the person grabs the key and loses it down the drain. That would be my luck, though, and par for the course for my day so far. This is another level of aggravation. I hop to the bathroom and see nothing on the counter or the toilet. CLACK! I hop on the white ceramic tile that is everywhere, and I see the key—in the bathtub. Of course. Tropes.
CLACK! BZZZZZZ! “GMMMMMM!†I have to sit on the toilet seat for just a brief moment so I can orgasm without hitting the tile floor. While I’m taking deep breaths and drooling, I relax because there are seemingly no hidden cameras anywhere in this space. At least a little decency is to be found in this place. I stand up while hearing that continuous BUZZ and my heels’CLACK as I move towards the tub. At least the drain was pulled.
Great. I have to get into the tub, grab the key, and somehow get out of the tub. It’s not enough I have to endure the bathtub bondage trope. At least it’s not a filling tub in which I’m hogtied; that would really be a trope. Of course reaching for the key pulls on the double crotch rope. The one that is between my p-ssy lips irritates me horribly, and the one over my jeans causes the denim to ride up both that and my butt crack. I grab the key, but at the cost of having a partial wedgie.
Now to get out of this. They thought of everything, didn’t they? I hope they got interrupted just before they could finish fapping and now are in pain. It’s not easy, but I do manage to get out of the tub by using what little strength I have to push myself into the air just long enough to get on my feet again. Then I can sit on the edge of the tub, turn, and get out. CLACK! It’s a bit obvious, the BUZZ sound is incessant and going even when I’m not spelling it out.
A mirror in which I can admire my bound form much better. Yes, the six ropes on my legs really make my legs look quite sexy, and my bust really is accented by the harness. Isn’t it cute that my nipples can be seen because I’m not wearing a bra underneath my sweater? I think it’s positively adorable… in a consensual setting. Yuck, a red ball gag. So stereotypical and classless. Tropes. I’m sick and tired of the bondage tropes I’m encountering on this vessel! Now to the nightstand.
I have to drop to my knees and contort myself to get the key into the lock. I’m not one of those contortionists you see in the bondage tropes. Nope. I’m the stiff girl. And this isn’t the correct f-cking nightstand! God damn it! Now I have to get up, hop around the friggin’ bed, and repeat all that bullsh-t just to get the f-cking key! Yes, I’m annoyed! Let’s try this other nightstand. I hate having to twist around like this. There we go, and there’s the key. Get myself back up onto my luscious red heels, crouch, get the key, and move along. Now to Cabin 3… finally!
CLACK! Back to the deck. I look left and see stairs. I look forward and see Tampa Bay, Tampa, the moon, the night sky, and stars. I look right and see a door that I hope is the one to Cabin 3. CLACK! This is so freaking annoying. I hop. CLACK! I am disappointed as I expected; this is Cabin 2, not Cabin 3. Cabin 3 is on the other side of this deck. CLACK! Well, that’s just not fair. CLACK! I’d love the sound of my heels on the deck CLACK! if this was to earn a kiss or a $10,000.
Instead, I’m hopping around a vessel while a vibrator tortures my p-ssy on top of an incredibly invasive double crotch rope. CLACK! I keep at it, though, because this is my only chance to get out of this alive. CLACK! I pause before going around to the darker side of the ship, the one not illumined by the moon, but I see soft yellow lighting illuminating the path for me. I first hop past Cabin 4. CLACK! Finally, with a few more hops, I’m in front of Cabin 3, and, with my drool dripping off the ball gag, I cry out in yet another orgasm. C’mon, Mackenzie, you can do this. At least this one only caused pain and no falling.
“MMMMMM! GRRRRR!†I let out some frustration.
The act of getting a key into a deadbolt when your arms are crossed at the forearms and tightly bound in clothesline sounds a lot harder than it was because the deadbolt turned out to be at just the right height for me. Turning the key is harder, but I hear the click of the lock, push down on the handle, and use my body to push the door open. When you’re in the cabin, you realize how humid it is out there, and I should have been the sexiest of the ladies of the evening.
This room is just like the other one, but instead the bedding is more of a deep blue, and the carpet is alternating white and sea green. I wish I had one of these for myself. Dang, what a nice place to be if I weren’t kidnapped. I hate the lack of any sound effects from hopping on the carpet. It’s time to find my next set of instructions. Unlike last time, they’re not in the open. Hmmm, in this room, the bed appears to be higher off the floor, but perhaps it’s just me. Uncertain of what else to do, I open the door to the closet. I look around in there and can’t see anything because of the darkness, but when I turn to hit the light switch I see the sign on the door. There is a key under the bed. It will unlock the door to the dresser. Get it to get closer to the freedom you desire.
The bed is higher than the other one indeed. Hey! What are they implying?! It better be that my bust is big and beautiful and that I’m barrel-chested and not an implication that I’m fat. I get on the floor and quickly discover something. The sides of the bed are blockaded. I will have to get under the bed at the foot of the bed and squirm up to the headboard side, where I presume they’d put the key because that would make things more excruciating. When I move the bedskirt to see under the bed, I see that, about 3 feet from the foot of the bed, there is a red laser beam crossing the path to the key. I have no choice but to proceed in this undignifying struggle. I see the key is shining in the distance from the little light. Well, this is doable even if it won’t be any fun.
Onto my stomach I go, and I begin wriggling myself underneath the 7 feet of bed. My dignity is being stripped away by this, and my captor almost certainly knows I’m squishing my breasts. If it’s not been made clear already, I love my figure and using my bosom to get my way when I’m around boys. Those six ropes that my legs into the pork tenderloin and my thighs into the pork roast aren’t giving, and my heels slide a little on the floor because they lack grip compared to an ordinary pair of sneakers, even when just using toes to propel yourself forward. My crossed and bound forearms aren’t too helpful since I can’t use them to push, but those two crotch ropes are a total aggravation. I’m slowly wriggling, but then I cross the laser beam and ruin my night.
BZZZZZZ! the setting on the wand changes to something much more aggravating, and I’m instantly affected by it. It’s a perfect frequency to drive me crazy. There’s going to be numerous orgasms coming, so just know that’s what I mean when I say something like “I stop and give my captor a good scream.†In fact, I start by stopping and giving my captor a good scream. It could not get worse, could it? No, don’t ask that, Mackenzie. You’re strong and see another laser that is crossing my path before I get to the key. I didn’t notice it because it’s also red. Wonderful for me. I continue my wriggling, but I stop and give my captor a good scream with lots of drooling as well. Isn’t this just delightful? I hope my drool stains your carpets because it’s dehumanizing me pretty well at the moment. As soon as you wonder if it could get worse, it gets worse as soon as I cross that second laser beam. It’s just me, the clothesline, the gag, and the vibrator. Guess.
BZZZZZZ! the setting on the wand changes to something completely infuriating, right at a perfect resonant frequency for my body. I stop to give my captor two good screams in under 30 seconds because it’s that bad. I’m genuinely screaming, but I have to push forward. Again, the right circumstances would lead me to see this as an incredible challenge and the highlight of the evening. Ah, there they are, the tears that ruin my eyeshadow. You know, this is just incredible to say the least. How does this sh-t happen to me? When I was 15, I was part of a circle of 20+ junkies, and I was the lucky one who f-cked up and went to prison. In between shrieks, I snag the key and wriggle backwards, which is harder than going forwards because I no longer get any grip from my breasts. The grip comes from the strangest things under these circumstances. It’s a relief when I get past the one laser and it deactivates, returning the wand to being “aggravatingâ€.
“GMMM AUGGHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!†is how it goes.
How good it feels to get out from under the bed with the key in my hands. I’m ahead in my fight against my mysterious assailant, and I pause for a few minutes to catch my breath, a normal purr now going against my crotch as opposed to the resonant frequencies. I pull a little and gently fall backwards onto the soft carpet and let out a more pleased squeal this time. After 20-something orgasms while I was under the bed, it’s good to have a gentle, more pulsing sensation.
Back to work now. I use the bed get myself to standing and hop over to the dresser, crouch down to get at the right height, and unlock the drawer. Inside is a paper that tells me that this is the key to Cabin 4. With resolve, I hop to the third of the four cabins, starting with the beautiful carpet I think is pretty and head back out onto the deck. CLACK! I turn and resume heading towards escape. CLACK! The dimly lit pathway on this deck is leads me to Cabin 4 and the door there. CLACK! It’s time for the next phase of my escape from this.
The same routine repeats itself. I back up to a pretty blue door. CLACK! I fumble to put the key in the deadbolt, struggle to turn it, and open the door by pushing with my hand and shoving with my shoulders. Into the room I hop, and I see some differences right off the bat. In this room, the carpet is white and blue, as in the ballroom where my journey started and in Cabin 1. The base trim and crown molding are the pretty Pacific teal I loved so much all the times my parents and I visited the West Coast because of our relations out there. In Cabin 4, the door shuts on its own and electronically engages the lock, a small challenge to overcome.
This must be the owner’s cabin because it has a king bed instead of the queen beds in the other rooms. There are separate dressers for him and her, too. I’m a drooling mess; the ropes are now absolute torture from my increasing exhaustion; my eyeshadow’s ruined from the incident under the bed in Cabin 3. Worst of all, there are no obvious clues. I hop into the bathroom because the two closets are locked, and I see a note on the wall of the walk-in shower. CLACK!
CLACK! That sound is so empowering even in bondage. CLACK! How I love it! CLACK! Honestly at home, I wouldn’t wear heels in the shower under any circumstances. CLACK! Let’s see what this note says: In the left closet is a swipe card; in the right closet is a key card reader; on the counter is the key to the closets. Well, it’s a beautiful night outside with a bright moon and stars, and I should be outside under that while a big and handsome man—I mean my boyfriend—makes love to me. Here I am trying to escape a sadistic bondage game that some freak set up just to drive me crazy in earning my escape.
There’s the key on the counter, but it’s out of reach. Great. All right, Mackenzie, hop up and get on the counter and get that key. What an annoying task to perform, though. A hot babe reduced to a game player. Part of me wishes my breasts were exposed just because I’d be hotter. I know I am changing my mind. So what? I’m the one that’s got a pork tenderloin and a pork roast from the ropes on her legs. I need to stop pausing and practically jerking off when I see a mirror. That wand is doing enough of a number on me with that incessant BZZZZZZ!
I unlock the left closet, flick the light switch, and open it by pushing down on the handle, pulling it out, and quickly hopping to block it before it closes on its own. Great, the key card is down on the carpet, and I have to sit on the floor grab the card. The door shuts before I can get out of this, though. Great. Now I have to use friction to wiggle up the wall to get back to standing. This is a real nuisance! “UGGGGGGHHHHHH!†that makes me feel so much better. Now to the next closet. Open the door and hop out with a swipe card in one hand and a metal key in the other.
Opening the closets is like opening any other door. On the second one, there are two differences though. First, the light doesn’t work. Second, the door shuts and locks as soon as I am inside the closet. This is just my luck. I see two swipe card readers. Well, this is dandy, and I can already make a guess that this is a test. They both have red lights that glow in the darkness, and I guess that I must swipe both with the first one doing something cruel to me. I take the card and prove it. BRRRRTTT! BZZZZZZ! Cue the aggravating vibrator frequency turning on and a drop to my knees in a painful orgasm that will now stay with me the rest of the quest.
Now I have to wiggle back up the wall without dropping to the floor again because I’m back to a routine. Sometimes, it sucks being one of those girls who orgasms with a small gap in between a rush of those hormones. It’s supposed to be a good things when I’m bound and gagged and drop in shock from that sensation. This is just horrid, but I swipe the other card and hear a DING! DING! DING! from out in the room. I hop out into the room after a brief struggle inside the closet to find the door, and I see the ceiling fan has turned on and dropped a key from its blades. I don’t need a note to tell me that this is the key to Cabin 2.
“Mmmmmmm!†I sit and intentionally jerk on that double crotch rope for a second.
The ropes provide a stronger form of release that lasts longer, giving me time to get closer to the final cabin before my next orgasm. That double crotch rope is cruel, but thankfully the wedgie I get from the crotch rope under my panties isn’t becoming uncomfortable even as it worsens, and I admit that it’s kind of pleasant when I’m just gently pulling them on my own and causing them to rub in between my p-ssy lips. OK, enough of that, which is sexier to you, the one under my panties or the one over my sexy blue jeans? Come on; be honest. I’m here drooling because of a big red ball gag in my mouth, and you’re not even answering my honest questions. Enough! I’ll stop jerking off and get hopping to Cabin 2 already! Sheesh! I try to converse and…
Ah, that rope that binds my ankles and keeps my heels on my feet was such a clever idea, and it’s a real delight hearing my heels go CLACK! while I hop along under the night sky as I—snap out of it, Mackenzie! CLACK! I must get to Cabin 2 without surrendering to my desire to sink into things. CLACK! No relief in sight. CLACK! I have a mission. CLACK! I’m rounding the second corner in a reasonable enough time and approaching the cabin. CLACK! But don’t forget BZZZZZZ! that is a cue for me to remind that there’s a vibrator vibrating at a resonant frequency. How it hurts while it empowers me. Think about it. Someone decided I was so freaking sexy that they put me in this insane situation just so they could privately enjoy me in the sexiest of all situations. Now I just have to get off this floor and stand up. God damned vibrator! CLACK!
You know the drill of opening the door with my arms crossed at the mid forearms and bound in this scrumptious clothesline. There’s my next note, right on the bed.
- Under the bed is a key to the left nightstand.
- In the left nightstand is the key to the dresser.
- In the dresser is the key to the bathroom.
- In the bathroom is the key to the right nightstand.
- In the right nightstand is the key to the left closet.
- In the left closet is a test that will earn you the key to the right closet.
- In the right closet is a hook that you can use to untie the ropes on your forearms.
But, here I am, bound and gagged, three ropes on my thighs, three on my legs including the ankle rope being wrapped around my scrumptious red pumps, crossed forearms, a tight harness, and an absolutely mind-boggling double crotch rope, wriggling under the bed, drooling on the carpet. I am relieved to see no laser lights though. That gives me hope as I squirm in the confines of the realm beneath the bed, but this time the trick is that the laser light is invisible. My motherf-cking captor! BRRRRTTT! Gameshow buzzer. BZZZZZZ! Infuriating vibrator setting.
“AUGGGH! GMMMMMM!†I was only four feet under the bed, and now I have to squirm the final three feet to the key with the vibrator forcing me to orgasm every 15-45 seconds. Someone is absolutely sick, and my p-ssy hurts so badly! My poor eyeshadow is getting ruined because of this, and I collapse and shriek every time it gets me going. “EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!†Orgasm is supposed to be awesome to experience and make you crave more! Oh, f-ck the pain! I have to get that key, but—“EEEEEEEEEKKKKK!â€â€” I literally cannot stop myself from collapsing and shrieking when it gets me. I can soldier through this. It’s a cycle of my body’s natural reactions to the stimulation. Get the key and get out. Get the key and get out. “AUGGHH!†Get the key and get out. Get the key and get out. Get the key and get out. Get the key and get out. Get the key and get out. “AUGGHH!†Oh, mother—Get the key and get out. It’s over. Now get out. I can get out. I can get out. “AUGGGGGHHHH!†Still aggravating, but not infuriating. I’m out.
What was next? I forget. Sit on the bed, jerk on that crotch rope to get a real, pleasurable release from the burn, fall back, take deep breaths, sit up, and look at the note. Left nightstand drawer is next. Crouch. Unlock. Open. Get key. Hop to the dresser. Crouch. Unlock. Open. Hop to the bathroom door. Unlock. Open. Hop into bathroom. CLACK! My heels really are the sexiest thing in this situation. CLACK! CLACK! Oh, f-ck, the key is in the tub like it was in Cabin 1, and there’s another laser system in place. This is f-cking wonderful. I’m going to be squirming in a bathtub orgasming until I’m in tears. So much for a pristine, welcoming white bathroom tile. CLACK! CLACK! This is a room of cruel torment. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! Am I hopping in small increments? CLACK! CLACK! Love that sound!
Into the bathtub, and sure enough I hear the deplorable sound. BRRRRTTT! The horrible gameshow buzzer. BZZZZZZ! Infuriating vibrator setting. But then something happens to me: the laser shuts off. Oh. F–ck. No. This time, the infuriating vibration is permanent as long as I am bound and gagged. No release. No relief. No escape. Resonant. Infuriating. It’s a little slice of hell-on-earth made just for Mackenzie. Unf-cking real. I grab the key, scream for a few seconds, and collapse. Try to stand up. Collapse. Try to stand up. Collapse. At least in the bathtub there is a seat unlike the roundness of the first bathroom. Still, this is f-cking horrid.
Finally sitting up. And going. But sitting up! Get out of this tub. Squat. Cry out in pain. Stand up. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!. Squat. More pain. If I’d spell out all my gag talk, I’d fill six pages just on these two paragraphs. I’ll spare you that, but it really is that bad. CLACK! CLACK! Squat; cry. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!. Squat; cry.
“GUUHHHHHHHH! HMMMMMMMM! EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK†are my three phrases.
Hop on the carpet. No more clack. Squat. Scream. Unlock nightstand drawer. Scream. Get a key. Scream. Hop. Scream. Hop. Hop. Scream. Get against closet. Squat. Scream. Get up. Put key in door. Scream. Unlock door. Scream. Turn on light. Turn around. Squat. Scream. Get up. Drop to carpet. Scream. Wiggle over to bed. Scream. Use bed to get myself up again. Scream. Stand up. Hop. Scream. Hop. Tons of drooling. Hop. See my next challenge.
In the closet is a scale. A particular scale. On one end is a pail. The pail has a small rounded mesh lid. I have to… drool through the ball gag… into the pail… to get the key down within my reach. This is just ducky. But, I’m screaming and drooling a gallon an hour at this rate. Soon, I will become declared part of the municipal water system. It’s kind of easy. I just have to keep in place while I scream. Easy? No. Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream. Am I too easy to set off?
Grab the key. Scream. Hop. Hop. Scream. Hop. Sit on the bed. Pull the crotch rope to get a real, meaningful scream. Sit up. Get up. Hop. Scream. Squat. Unlock drawer. Scream. Grab the key. Scream. Hop. Hop. Squat. Scream. Get up. Hop. Hop. Hop. Turn around. Unlock door. Scream. Flick on light. Scream. Open door. Hop. Scream. See the hook. Scream while using the hook to pick at the ropes. Get the ropes off. Scream. Rip vibrator off body.
I won. I’ve won! Ha! I’ve won. I crawl out of the closet. I’m exhausted. I’m sweating. I’m tired. I’m beautiful, and I’ve won. I lie on the bed in satisfaction. I’m taking deep breaths of air and slowly coming down from the mental state of the vibration. I undo the crotch ropes first so I can relieve my crotch of that sensation. It’s been a long, adventurous night, and victory tastes so sweet. I’m almost smiling while lying on my back on the bed, taking in all the emotions.
Then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in, baby,†I say, and into the room walks my boyfriend, “Thank you so much for this. It was everything I’d dream it be,†I force myself to stand and kiss him.
I bet you weren’t expecting that. Now excuse us while we copulate with my legs still tied.
THE END
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And to answer one question, I find the rope over the jeans sexier, as I would see that rope as an outside observer.
Love to be tied-up 
