Story In the world of private investigation, the line between detective and suspect can blur in an instant. My boyfriend's call interrupts my surveillance of a potentially cheating spouse in a high-stakes hotel lobby. Tasked by my client to dig deeper, I plant a bug in the suspect's room, only to stumble upon incriminating evidence that sends my heart racing. Before I can process my findings, I'm seized from behind, my body swiftly bound, blindfolded, and silenced with a cleave gag. The struggle is real as I squirm in my restraints, my muffled MMMPPPHs echoing through the empty room. I m...

Story In the world of private investigation, the line between detective and suspect can blur in an instant. My boyfriend's call interrupts my surveillance of a potentially cheating spouse in a high-stakes hotel lobby. Tasked by my client to dig deeper, I plant a bug in the suspect's room, only to stumble upon incriminating evidence that sends my heart racing. Before I can process my findings, I'm seized from behind, my body swiftly bound, blindfolded, and silenced with a cleave gag. The struggle is real as I squirm in my restraints, my muffled MMMPPPHs echoing through the empty room. I manage to free myself using the staircase railings, but my relief is fleeting. The doctor, husband to my client, catches me off guard, demanding I strip down to my underwear. I'm secured to the stairs, a tight crotch rope accentuating my vulnerability, while my wrists are tied above my head. Wrapped in bandages that blind and gag me, escape seems impossible. The scene shifts to the bathroom, where I'm fully restrained with tape, a rope necktie adding to my predicament. A huge ballgag fills my mouth, and a digital clock taunts me with a countdown. My drool soaks my body as the timer ticks away, but in a daring move, I manage to cut the cable just as the police arrive to free me. Back in my room, I debrief my boyfriend, proud of solving the case. A moment of solace with my magic wand is cut short by Mrs. Smith, the vengeful wife, demanding her due. She instructs me to wrap gag myself with duct tape and ties me spread eagle to the bed. The night is a blur of orgasms and muffled moans, my body a prisoner to pleasure. Morning light brings hotel security to my rescue, and I'm finally released. As I recount the night's events to my boyfriend, another call beckons—a new client, another mystery to unfold. This is the life of a detective, bound by duty and the thrill of the chase. ( bondage, blindfold, cleave gag, ballgag, escape, crotch rope, bandage wrap, countdown, orgasm, duct tape, spread eagle )