Martin was preparing to head out to Vegas again for another sales meeting and I had to stay behind this time. It was only going to be for the weekend so I wanted him to tie me up before he took off but he didn't feel comfortable putting me in a potentially dangerous situation so he came up with a way to give me what I wanted. I didn't know exactly what he had planned, but I knew it involved me to stand in a pair of stilettos to punish my feet with some way to escape my predicament. I was thrilled... until it actually happened. When it happened, we were in the Playroom and I was dressed in w...

Martin was preparing to head out to Vegas again for another sales meeting and I had to stay behind this time. It was only going to be for the weekend so I wanted him to tie me up before he took off but he didn't feel comfortable putting me in a potentially dangerous situation so he came up with a way to give me what I wanted. I didn't know exactly what he had planned, but I knew it involved me to stand in a pair of stilettos to punish my feet with some way to escape my predicament. I was thrilled... until it actually happened. When it happened, we were in the Playroom and I was dressed in white lingerie and a pair of chrome-tipped stilettos. I quickly realized that the heels were the biggest mistake I made because I was already in desperate need to kick my heels off. On the large wooden frame, there was a piece of rope with many knots on it that went from one end to the other perfectly set at the height of my pussy, along with a pair of scissors dangling. Obviously, that must be my escape. Martin helps me to straddle the rope, then wrenches my elbows together. Rope above and below my chest, around my throat, shoves a big ball in my mouth and I'm already crying tears. He points to the scissors, telling me that I must get to them if I want to get out, adds clover clamps to my nipples then finalizes the tie by roping my ankles together and leaves.

The moment he walked away, I knew I was screwed. My feet were aching so bad that it was far too painful to even stand that I lost a shoe and that only made my situation worse because when I stood on my barefoot, the rope dug deeper inside me. My legs were trembling, I was in a flood of drool and tears and each step forward took me minutes! Never mind the knot I had to overcome! After some time, I started to approach the end but the closer I got, I could feel the rope slant at an uphill which made it impossible to get through. I tried my hardest to continue moving forward but I didn't know what to do, so I started making my way backwards. I was stuck with no where to go. I hope Martin or someone comes and rescues me.