I was working on my splits in the dance studio when suddenly I was pinned to the floor, my cheek pressing into the hard wood. A pink bandana is quickly pulled between my teeth, and my forearms are encased in electrical tape behind me. The black tape is wound around my legs, over my ballet pink legwarmers, immobilizing me further. My assailant then tosses me in the corner and leaves me to languish in my bonds.

I thrust my legs into the air, wriggling my feet, hoping the tape will stretch. I shimmy and strain, the tape creaking as I test its limits. I whimper and cry into my cleave... Show more