You arrive home from work to find noise coming from the cupboard, you go to check it out to find me tied in a tight strappado, making me stand on my tip toes. I mumble through my gag that we have been robbed and beg you to untie me quickly. You stand watching me struggle, getting close ups of my tied feet, hands and gagged mouth. I moan and struggle, wanting to be untied.
You finally let my hands down but don’t untie them, I ask you to remove my gag. After my mouth is free I start to hop around the flat telling you about all the stuff the robber took. You follow me into the bedroom, all... Show more