I was relaxing in the backyard on the patio, enjoying the sunshine, when I was grabbed and overcome. A pink bandanna is pulled between my teeth and my arms are quickly bound behind me with rope at the wrists and elbows. To keep me from running to the neighbors, my ankles and knees are also lashed together. My assailant hops me into the bedroom, using the elbow rope as a handlebar. Easily lifting me up with my knee bindings, I am nonchalantly tossed onto the bouncy mattress. The man double checks my restraints and leaves.

I adjust my positioning on the mattress, thrusting my legs ...

I was relaxing in the backyard on the patio, enjoying the sunshine, when I was grabbed and overcome. A pink bandanna is pulled between my teeth and my arms are quickly bound behind me with rope at the wrists and elbows. To keep me from running to the neighbors, my ankles and knees are also lashed together. My assailant hops me into the bedroom, using the elbow rope as a handlebar. Easily lifting me up with my knee bindings, I am nonchalantly tossed onto the bouncy mattress. The man double checks my restraints and leaves.

I adjust my positioning on the mattress, thrusting my legs into the air, shifting them hoping to loosen or slide the wraps. I shimmy my shoulders and wiggle my legs, but none of my bindings move. Bending and flexing my arms also seems to have no effect on the ropes encircling them. I continue to flop around on the bed and eventually I notice the rotary phone sitting on the vanity.

"I wonder if it actually works..." I think to myself.

I carefully move to the edge, place my barefeet on the floor, and stand up. A few short hops, and I've made it to the phone!

It takes a moment to manuever myself and the phone into a position in which I can utilize it. Just as I'm fingering the phone to dial out, my aggressor returns and shoves me back onto my belly on the bed. He grinds a knee into my back assuring that my movements are minimal as he pulls me up into a tight hogtie. He rolls me around, centers me on the bed, and departs once more with a slam of the door.

I grunt and squeal through my gag as I stretch and pull on my restraints. Rolling around searching for relief or escape, I come precariously close to falling off the edge and strain to recenter myself, panting with the effort. I eventually reposition onto my back and shove my hips XXXX into the air. I writhe and squirm and roll, whimpering through the cleave gag between my lips. After some time, the man reappears to roughly handle me and contact his buyer.

Keywords: rope, bondage, damsel in, bare legs, shorts, cleave gag