From a 4-part custom video, this is the full-length version.
Episode 1: Liz gracefully uncrossed her legs and rose from her seat, the silky pantyhose shimmering in the soft light of her luxury suite. As she reached for the doorknob, she paused, smoothing her dress and taking a deep breath.
As Liz struggles against her bonds, on the cold bathroom floor, her mind races. How had this happened? How could she have been so careless? One moment she was confidently negotiating over the phone, reveling in her upper hand. Now here she was, bound and gagged in her own luxury suite bathroom, her elegant evening plans in tatters.
The woman who had appeared at her door - Jennifer's "date" - had been anything but the harmless diversion Liz expected. With lightning speed and surprising strength, she had overpowered Liz before she could even cry out. Now here she was, her sleek black dress bunched awkwardly, her prized silk stockings snagged and torn.
She squirms on the cold tile floor, the silky black nylons sliding against each other as she tries to free her legs. Her evening dress has ridden up, exposing more of her pantyhose-clad thighs. Liz lets out a muffled groan of frustration through the cloth and tape gag.
Liz writhed desperately, trying to loosen the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles. Her muffled cries barely audible through the gag, she strained to hear any sound from the other room. Was her captor still there?
Episode 2: With catlike grace, she pads across the plush carpet of the entryway, her stockinged feet making no sound.
Liz's eyes widen in panic as she realizes her predicament. She twists her wrists behind her back, testing the ropes, but they hold firm. The gag muffles her cries as she struggles on the floor. Her mind races, trying to piece together what happened. One moment she was sneaking down the hall, feeling in control, and the next...
She scans the room frantically, looking for any sign of her captor. The space appears empty, but she senses a presence lurking just out of sight. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple as she squirms and writhes against her bonds.
Episode 3: As Liz continues to struggle, her movements become more frantic. She arches her back, causing the ropes to dig into her soft skin. Her muffled cries grow louder behind the red ball gag, a mix of frustration and arousal evident in her voice.
She rolls onto her side, her long legs kicking uselessly against their bonds. The sheer pantyhose accentuate every curve as she twists and turns. Liz's dark eyes lock onto the camera, pleading silently for release even as a flush creeps across her cheeks.
With renewed determination, she begins rubbing her bound wrists against the bedpost, hoping to fray the ropes. The effort causes her ample chest to heave enticingly in her lacy bra. Sweat glistens on her skin as she works, her hair becoming increasingly disheveled.
Liz continues to squirm and struggle, her muscles straining against the tight ropes. She rolls onto her side, her bound legs kicking fruitlessly as she tries to find some slack in her bonds. The red ball gag muffles her grunts of exertion as she twists her wrists, seeking any give in the knots. Liz arches her back, her chest heaving as she pants through her nose.
She manages to work herself up to a sitting position, her bound ankles tucked beneath her. Liz leans forward, straining against the rope connecting her wrists and ankles. For a moment it seems she might break free, but the knots hold fast.
Episode 4: Liz River is wearing a green bodycon sweater that hugs her curves like a second skin. The soft, emerald ribbed fabric feels luxurious against her skin and clings to her torso and arms, accentuating every subtle movement as she taps her shiny stiletto heels under her desk at work. She feels powerful in this sweater, like she could take on the world. The color reminds her of spring, of new beginnings, and today feels like the start of something big.
With a slight smile playing on her lips, Liz decides to initiate a flirty confrontation and says: "You know that I know that your down there, looking up my skirt. And to be honest, I'm turned on that you're hot for my pantyhose. Why do you think I wore them every day this week?"
Camera switches to a more regular view as Liz sits back in chair, legs together, feet in the air. Tease with some foot pointing, legs together, rubbing against each other, finally with 1 foot on the floor & seductively crossing legs. And she says: "So, i think we're the only ones here. What sort of dirty fantasies did you want to enact upon me?"
Her muffled protests were barely audible through the layers of tape sealing her lips. She twisted her body, causing the green dress to ride up her thighs, revealing more of the sheer black pantyhose underneath. She wriggled on the floor, her long brunette hair splayed out beneath her. The cool hard wood floor pressed against her cheek as she worked to wiggle around.
