Rachel has been missing for weeks, and her boyfriend is at his wits end. He called me in a panic, growing ever more desperate as the weeks had ticked by with no trace of her. I tried to reassure him, knowing all the way while that she was safe, and who would know better than me? After all, I had her locked in a trunk in my home at that very moment! After helping my friend accept that he would probably never see her again, I retrieved my plaything from her resting space. Clad in nothing but a Gwendoline hood, arm binder and a multitude of leather straps, she hopped into my living room. It wa...

Rachel has been missing for weeks, and her boyfriend is at his wits end. He called me in a panic, growing ever more desperate as the weeks had ticked by with no trace of her. I tried to reassure him, knowing all the way while that she was safe, and who would know better than me? After all, I had her locked in a trunk in my home at that very moment! After helping my friend accept that he would probably never see her again, I retrieved my plaything from her resting space. Clad in nothing but a Gwendoline hood, arm binder and a multitude of leather straps, she hopped into my living room. It wasn't easy given the way that all ten of her toes had been bound together! She knew better than to displease me, thanks to the weeks of reprogramming she had undergone, so she obeyed my every command no matter how much pain it caused her. I added a pair of nasty wooden nipple presses to her "outfit" relishing in the moans that issued from beneath the hood. Transferring her to the sofa, I used more straps to hogtie the helpless girl, who whined at the awful pain of laying on her clamped nipples. She was ordered to struggle for me, and soon I returned to tickle her feet as she did so. She was mine now, her spirit broken and will non-existent, the perfect slave!