In a tight pencil skirt, long legs shown off by shiny stilettos, I stride in. This is the perfect outfit, and I preen in the mirror, adjusting my pony tail and admiring my pink satin blouse. I’m going on a date tonight and all that’s left is to say bye to you, my dear roommate! I find you on the couch and when I sit next to you, you can’t help but ask why I look so good. Immediately I’m annoyed. We’re JUST friends and I made that clear when you moved in!

I’m waiting for a response but... Wait... Huh? Why would I want to be gagged with dirty panties? What kind of a question is that?...

In a tight pencil skirt, long legs shown off by shiny stilettos, I stride in. This is the perfect outfit, and I preen in the mirror, adjusting my pony tail and admiring my pink satin blouse. I’m going on a date tonight and all that’s left is to say bye to you, my dear roommate! I find you on the couch and when I sit next to you, you can’t help but ask why I look so good. Immediately I’m annoyed. We’re JUST friends and I made that clear when you moved in!

I’m waiting for a response but... Wait... Huh? Why would I want to be gagged with dirty panties? What kind of a question is that?? It’s inappropriate, especially since I plan to invite my date inside if things go well... but you need to stop acting so weird!??

Wait... did you take my panties out of my dirty laundry?! My anger quickly turns to unease - why are you getting closer to me? It’s too late... you’re fed up and ready to finally have your way with me!

Now I’m struggling in bed, filthy white cotton panties pulled over my face and secured with layers of silver duct tape... while I wiggle helplessly in a frog tie and bound wrists! My tight black pencil skirt has ridden up, revealing black panties. Despite my bound wrists preventing me from protecting my modesty, I still try to tug my skirt down. My speech is stifled from so much tape, and still, I scathingly order you to let me go. I struggle, shaking my shoulders in my satin shirt, grunting, straining, and even yelling as I try to find a way to freedom. I fall back on the bed, my bound thighs spreading to brace myself... and giving you a perfect peek at my panties! Seething, I struggle to rolling over, trying to use my bare toes and long legs as leverage... only to fall again and expose my ass! My toes curl as I thrash in the ties, bound wrists restlessly seeking to slip out of their restraints. Grunting and groaning from behind the gag, I plead for release, then resort back to demanding my freedom. Anything I can think of to execute my escape!

While I do, you watch me wiggle this way and that. Every position is perfect for your perving! On my stomach, you can see my wide eyes behind my glasses, my frantic face peeking from behind the panty hood, and my soles showing as I struggle. On my side, more of my ass shows and slyly you peer at my panties, perfect for tempting your perverted panty fetish further. On my back, my breasts heave in my helplessness, the tops of my toes trying to help me move despite the ties. So, when I am able to sit up, you’re certain I can’t slip out of the cinches securing each of my limbs! Your roommate trussed in rope, bound on your bed, mouth taped so she can never tell you no again... Your fantasy has finally come true!