Sandra Silvers - Wearing my leather skirt and a blouse, I am dragged (more like pushed) in to the dark room. My heels scratch along the concrete floor as I resist, but my wrists and elbows being tied behind my back, I couldn't do much. "He hasn't tied my legs, maybe I can still get away, " I thought. But that idea went out the window when my bound elbows are pulled up high and tied to the joists in the ceiling. "Well, at least I can steady myself on my feet to relieve some of the strain..." No such luck. Not only does he tie my legs together, he ties them cross-ankled, so all I can do is pivot... Show more