Well, I didn't expect this story to become so long, but I assure you I've enjoyed every second of writing it! Besides, for the first time, I include two different endings, please let me know which one you choose! I, personally, definitely go for #2!

Hope you enjoy!

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- Fuck!! I don't know how to solve this!! - I exclaimed out loud, while the cursor kept tickling, immobile.

Let me begin and introduce myself properly. My name is Alesha Ferguson, and I'm a writer. I'm kind of famous, maybe not worldwide but I assure you that most people in my state has heard about me. I'm hot, I'm not going to deny it. I'm 5,5 feet tall, redhead with medium-length hair and green eyes. I admit it may be one of the causes of my success. The other one is that I am very stubborn when it comes to realism. Everytime before I write any scene, I carry out a very precise work of researching. I put together a lot of information about an specific topic and then start developing what's going to happen.

That's where I am now. I'm stuck and I don't know how to get unblocked. Here's the context: my starring character is a brave private investigator, who tends to get into trouble way too often.

And now she's in trouble. She's been captured by the head of the company she was looking into, who has hired a professional kidnapper to carry this task out. The PI is tied to a chair and gagged, and she's been left alone while her kidnappers think what to do with her.

She needs to get out by herself, since she is alone and nobody knows about her investigation, so here I am. I need it to be as realistic as posible, but I can’t deny my complete ignorance about the tying and gagging topic. So, like I always do when I feel like I don’t know enough about something, I just goggled it.

“How to free myself when bound and gagged”

I know the best way to know how to free myself from something like that would be getting trussed up like my character is but, since I don’t have any husband or boyfriend, I live alone and don’t have any trustworthy enough friend to ask them to tie me up, and I don’t think that getting myself tied up wouldn’t be strict or realistic enough, I just have to search for information.

After browsing several websites, I I came across a really interesting one. It was called tiemetight.com. The first sentence I could read when clicking the link was:

“Have you ever fantasized about being bound and gagged? Do you enjoy bondage?

Then this is your place! Tiemetight.com has arrived to make all your fantasies come true!

Just register yourself and specify what type of bondage you’re looking for? Our great test will help you with that!

What are you waiting for? Come in!”

After searching the meaning of this word, “bondage”, I learned it was just what I was looking into.

I checked this website reviews on google, and almost al lof the opinions were five out of five stars!

“Best experience ever” “Very qualified and profesional workers! They did their job more than properly” “Looking forward to the next time”

Wow. Maybe that was the sollution to my problem. The way to unblock myself. I registered myself and began the test.

First question was:

1) How strict do you want your bondage to be?

               a)  Soft, easy to escape.

               b) A little tough, knots applied with strength.

               c) Nearly inescapable.

               d) Totally trussed up, inescapable at all.

I thought about it. I should choose nearly inescapable, since I’ve never done anything like this in my whole life, though I wanted realism. But I didn’t have the feeling that my fictional criminals would show any mercy ot my heroine, so I finally went for d). Let’s fucking do this.

2) Do you want any roleplay?

               a) Nope. Maybe next time.

               b) Yes, please.

               In case you choose option b), please specify it in the blank space.

I could go for b), but since the kidnapping doesn’t take place in my book, but the character appears directly bound and gagged, I see no need for this. That way, I could talk to my captor-to-be about this bondage thing. Definitely, a).

3) What bindings do you want to be used on you?

               a) Rope.

               b) Tape.

               c) Belts

Shit, I hadn’t even thought about it. What should I be tied up with? After thinking for a while, I decided to go for tape. However, after clicking option b), I regretted it, since I felt like ropes could be more strict or realistic, so I pressed a) and checked, to my surprised, that the tape option didn’t get unclicked. So I could be tied up with both! I was tempted to press option c) as well, but I thought that could be too much.

4) How do you want to be tied up?

               a) Chairtied.

               b) Hogtied.

               c) Frogtie.

               d) Other.

In case you choose option d), please specify it in the blank space.

Once again, I had to search about them online, to know what they were like. I definitely wasn’t going to choose option c), I was just doubting about a) or b). Finally, I went for the chairtie. It seemed more “novelistic”, I pressed a) and moved on.

5) What kind of gag do you want to be gagged with?

               a) Tape gag.

               b) Stuffed tape gag. Includes: mouth stuffing with a sponge and several layers of duct tape applied over your mouth.

               c) Ballgag.

               d) Stuffed ballgag. Includes: mouth stuffing with a sponge and a mouth filling ballgag over.

               e) Knotted cleave gag. Includes: bandana with its middle tied in a knot, and applied inside your mouth.

               f) Stuffed cleave gag. Includes: mouth stuffing with a sponge and a bandana applied over.

               g) Stuffed wrap gag. Includes: mouth stuffing with a sponge and duct tape wrapped around your head.

               h) Soft multi layer gag. Includes: ballgag, OTM gag.

               i) Severe multi layer gag. Includes: mouth stuffing with two sponges, ballgag, duct tape over it, microfoam tape wrapped around your face, OTM gag and OTN gag.

               j) Other

In case you choose option d), please specify it in the blank space.

Wow. This was a tough one. After a couple of searches more, I clicked option i). I knew it would be too much for me, a newbie in this bondage thing, but I felt it the most secure and realistic. Oh, God, I could already felt the excitement about all this.

6) Will you want to be blindfolded?

               a) Yes.

               b) No.

Definitely not. I was scared of darkness, I wouldn’t put myself into it voluntarily. Even though I wanted realism, I wasn’t going through that.

7) Will you want a crotchrope?

               a) Yes.

               b) No.

I had to search about this one too. After finding out what this crotchrope meant, I pressed yes. After all, why not to have some fun? I wonder giggling.

8) How will you be dressed up?

               a) Casually.

               b) Elegant.

               c) Bikini.

               d) Underwear.

e) Nude

               f) Costume.

               g) Other.

In case you choose option f) or g), please specify it in the blank space.

Why the hell would they want to know this? Anyway, I would choose a), but I felt that being undressed would cause a more terrifying effect in my character, so I went for d).

9) Do you want your captor to be…?

               a) Male.

               b) Female.

               c) Surprise.

This was obvious. My main kidnapper was a lady, so I went for b).

10) How do you want your captor to be dressed up?

               a) Casually.

               b) Elegant.

               c) In leather and balaclava.

               d) Masked cowgirl.

               e) Other.

                In case you choose option e) or f), please specify it in the blank space.

After thinking a while, I went for c). I’d like some mystery.

11) Do you want to be freed afterwards?

               a) Yes.

               b) No.

There it was, the question I had been questioning myself during the whole test. The instict told me I should choose a), and being freed after the sesión finished, just in case. But I prsesed b). It wouldn’t have any sense to go through all this and not to get free by myself. It was the whole point of this experiment.

So the test finished. Before setting a date for the incursion to happen, a disclaimer appeared.

“Remember. The results of this test will be taken as a contract, signed by you in this very document. After that, nothing will be changed or undone. You will experience your fantasy just the way you’ve specified. Are you sure you want to procceed?”

Yes/No. Was I ready for this? I answered myself yes, I pressed the button.

Next Saturday at 6 pm. I just couldn’t wait.

The ring sounded just at 6 o’clock. I liked that. I liked punctuallity. I undreesed myself and got in my underwears, a lace black bra and some nice red panties. I got up and opened the door.

Before me stood a nice shaped woman, dressed in leather, which clung to her skin awesomely. She was wearing a black balaclava with a hole through which her tail escaped. She was carrying a big bag in which I assumed she kept the bondage goods.

 - Oh my God! – she exclaimed – You’re Alesha Ferguson!

I felt a bit weird being recognized by a masked stranger, but I felt complimented.

 - Hi!! Nice to meet you? Do you like my books?

 - I love them!

 - Oh my! Thank you! Will you come in?

 - Sure!

Her voice was soft and sweet. It charmed me up a bit.

 - So, this is your test. Check if there’s something wrong.

I read what she showed me and saw that all of them were correct.

 - Ok. So let’s begin.

She opened her bag and took lots of duct tape, ropes, sponges, scarfs and bandanas.

 - You’ve got a beautiful house, lady Ferguson.

 - Oh, please, call me Alesha. And thank you!

 - May I ask if you’re doing this for some book?

 - Well I am. I’ve got this heroine tied up and kidnapped by a band of criminals and she has to get out by her own. That’s why I claimed that I didn’t want to be untied afterwards.

 - Wait. No one is coming here after I leave?

 - Nope. I’m taking the risk, I guess.

The girl seemed to doubt, even though her mask I noticed, but I didn’t give that too much importance.

 - Okay. If you’re sure. Then let’s begin.

 - Wait. Can I ask you a favour?

 - Sure. Tell me.

 - I know I said no roleplays. But I’d like that, after you finish and before you go, please play the kidnapper part of my novel and tell me: “now stay here, miss cute detective, while we decide what to do with you.” And then shut the door close and leave me here.

 - Yes. Even though you pressed no roleplays, I guess that’s not a real roleplay, just an afterwards’ favour.

 - Why thank you…

 - You can call me Liza.

 - Thank you Liza.

 - You’re very welcome, ma’am. Then, if you sit down on that chair, we may begin.

I did as she told and she looped a rope and began wrapping it around my ankles.

 - Have you ever done anything like this before? – she asked me.

 - Nope. First time ever. Will it be hard?

 - Well it will, I can tell you that. But you seem like the type of girl who can handle it with no problem.

 - Why thank you! – I felt complimented again.

The girl kept doing her thing, adding more rope right over and above my knees. I could feel it was so tight. I couldn’t get out of that easily. And she was working pretty fast, by the way. What a professional.

 - Wow! You really know how to do this!

 - Well, it’s been years of experience – she laughs. Seems nice. Very cheerful and happy. And, even though I couldn’t see her fase, according to her blue eyes and her sweet voice I could swear she was very cute too.

In a matter of minutes, she had bound my ankles, legs, above and below my knees, and my thighs. She even used a tiny piece to bind my thumbs together. I admit that one seemed really cute, and increased my feeling of helplessness.

 - Inescapable bondage includes tape wrapped in your hands, to make sure you can’t get to the knots with your fingers.

 - Wow. Hum… okay, I guess.

 - So, if I can have your hands, please.

I complied and she used the tape to bind each one of my hands individually.

 - Okay, so the tying for this kind of escapability is called “reverse prayer”. It consists on you having your wrists crossed behind your back, nearly palm to palm, like the yoga position, do you know?

 - Yes, sure! I do yoga! I’m pretty flexible actually, you’ll see.

And then I proved my point, doing exactly what she wanted.

 - Oh my!! That’s awesome. Okay, then let’s go to it.

She added some rope, binding my wrists securely. They were tight, really tight. I could hardly get out of this easily. But she was far from over. Liza took a longer piece and wrapped it around my upper body. She looped it several times above and beyond my breasts, like framing them. I had to admit it felt rather uncomfortable, yet hot. My tits had never seemed so big and nice.

 - Wow. Is it just me or do I look gorgeous? – I found myself asking.

 - Oh, yes, ma’am. You really do.

She kept on adding ropes to my already bound body, making sure her body was attached to the chair. She even added another rope to bind her boobs to the piece binding her thighs, making her back to bend a little.

 - How long do you think it’ll take me to get free?

 - Hummmm…. I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two.

 - An hour or two? – I asked, terrified. I wasn’t planning on being helpless for so long.

 - At the most, Mrs. Fergus… Alesha. I’m sure you can get free sooner than the average.

 - Oh, thanks – I added giggling. This lady was really flattering me.

 - Okay. Enough with the rope, for now. We’re still missing the best part, but we’ll get to that later – I knew she meant the crotchrope, and giggled a bit. -  Now for the tape.

She took a full roll of tape and began wrapping my body. First, legs, at the height of the calfs. She also bound my feet together, below the ankles. She used some more to bind my waist to the back of the chair, and so my legs to one of its owns. I began to wonder if I could really get out of this in the time I intended for my book to make any sense.

When Liza thought I was completely taped up, she added.

 - Now for the gag. You chose a severe multi layer gag, is that correct?

 - Yes – I answered, proudly.

 - Have you ever tried any gag before?

 - No, I haven’t. Why?

 - This is a very intense gag for a first timer. However, since you already signed your contract I’m forced by the company politics to carry out the task just the way it’s specified.

 - Oh, my. Do you think I can handle?

 - I’m sure of it, ma’am! I’m just warning it may be a little more strict than you expected, that’s all. So are you ready?

 - I’m eager to it. I’m kind of enjoying this. It’s exciting!

  - I’m so glad of that, miss. Now open up, please. And, as an advice, try to press the sponge to one of your cheeks, tol et enough room for the other one. If not, they both expand together and that would be too much stuffing for you.

  - Okay. Thank mphhhhhu! – I barely had time to answer. Liza shove one of the sponges inside my mouth.

I felt it expanding, filling my mouth. How was I supposed to have it in just one of the sides? It occupied the whole room! Miracolously, I managed to press the material towards my right side and allow my pretended captor to stuff the second one inside. My mouth was completely stuffed now, but the worst was yet to come.

Liza took a ballgag and buckled it behind my neck, then cover the ball with five stripes of silver normal duct tape, and then concealing it behind up to fifteen wraps of microfoam tape. Over the package, she added a black bandana, and then a longer red scarf, that she looped around my face twice, covering my nose in the second lap.

  - Do you want to try it?

  - MPHHHHHHHH – I screamed as loud as I could, but barely a soft mumble escaped my mouth. I was thrilled. This was perfect, and much more accurate than I anticipated. For sure, those phony gags applied in TV shows or movies were completely fake. This was like a real gag looked like!

  - Do you like that? Is that what you were seeking for?

  - MPHhh – I nodded cheerfully.

I knew what was coming next. I saw Liza taking another coil of rope, and adding a knot in the middle of it.

  - Are you ready for this? – she asked, to which I nodded vigorously.

She wrapped the rope around my waist, and then circling my clit and intimate parts, making sure the knot stayed right in the point.

  - You’ll see. – she explained. – When you do a crotchrope, the fun part is grabbing it by your back, even with your hands tied, and rub and play with it, like this.

She began moving the rope by herself, causing my heat to suddenly increase.

  - But since this is not a choice for you, I’ve tied it tight enough so you just have to rub against the seat to get to the point. Try it!

I did and checked how comfortable that was. I loved it, I loved the feeling of the rope against my clit.

  - But, may I ask if this has anything to do with your story?

I blushed, and giggled behind my huge gag.

  - Mphhhhh.

  - Hahaha just like I imagined. Well I’m not here to judge, Alesha. Just enjoy yourself and ge tinto character. But, may I ask a last favour before leaving you? – I nodded, of course. – Could I take a selfie with you? I mean, I know this is a little inappropiate and should have asked you before, I just noticed that I wanted a picture, haha. And I promise I would never ever send it to anyone!

I thought about it for a minute, but finally agreed nodding. She sat on my thighs, Santa Claus’ style, and took the picture.

  - Thanks ma’am. It’s been a pleasure meeting you. I hope you’ll have a successful, even more than you have now!

I could barely pay any attention to her anymore. I was just enjoying myself with the rope.

  - So, now let’s play the role. – She cleared her throat. - Now stay here, miss cute detective, while we decide what to do with you.

Then she left and shutted the door. I was alone. Finally alone. But I just couldn’t get into character. I was just too excited with this gifty rope to focus. So, I kept rubbing my clit against the chair. Which harm could an orgasm make?

So I got myself carried away, rubbing and moaning.

  - MPHHHHHHHHH – I screamed, knowing no one could hear me. Not just for the gag, but because I also don’t have any neighbours.

I was enjoying myself way too much, forgetting the main purpose of this adventure. I just couldn’t skip it. It was the strongest sensation I’ve ever experienced. If I had known this crotchrope would make me feel like this, I may have tried this bondage before.

I lasted barely two minutes before feeling the wetness coming to my panties. Being more relaxed, I tried to focus again.

I’m Kylie Gerts, a brave private investigator that has been abducted, stripped to her underwear, tied up and gagged by this band of evil thugs and I need to get out of this. So what was the first thing to do?

I began with trying to peel off the tape wrapping my hands, but I didn’t make it. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as I thought. I tried to grab the rope circling my bobos with my wrapped up right hand, but it was impossible as well. How could I make my escape if I wasn’t able to get to any rope?

Besides, any movement I made made my most intimate me to touch the knot. Far from unhappy, I decided to rub my clit against the rope one more time. I lasted even less than before. The liquido ver my seat began to feel gross, but I didn’t mind that much, I was having the time of my life.

However, there was a problem, and it was that I couldn’t either focus in my task nor untying myself. My pussy was hurting me. I felt it irritated due to the two orgasms in a row. So I tried to forget about that and got back to my character. I'm trapped in a chair, captured by some evil villains and unable to move. What should I do? I moved my legs as much as my tight restraints allowed me, which wasn't too much.

Then I decided that hopping could be an option, so I began doing so, trying to make the chair following me to get to the kitchen and find a knife.

Soon I realized it required much more strength than I thought, but it may be a real option. I moved slow but moved after all, towards the kitchen and my potential freedom. It seemed that my villains should be out for a longer time than I anticipated.

I kept hopping, but started to feel tired, so I rushed a bit, trying to get there as soon as possible. That was a mistake. I soon fell to the ground. Shit! I didn’t even know how much time had passed but sun had just set, so I had probably been struggling for a couple hours maybe. I wasn’t willing to give up just yet. I was Kylie Gerts, for God’s sake! Intrepid and fearless detective!

So I just kept squirming, crawling as I could. Useless, just as any movement I had tried. I decided the best choice was to fight with my legs and try the rope to loose a bit, so I could stand up on my own.

After I don’t know how much more time, I had to let it go. It wasn’t at this point til I realized how over-stubborn I had been, and overconfident. If I had known. My whole body was numb, my muscles were exhausted and my mouth dry. I realized I couldn’t get out on my own, so I began screaming, as loud as I could.

  - MPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

However, all of my atempts were muffled and completely silenced by the gag. No one outside the house could ever hear me.

I started to feel scared. How could I be such an arrogant bitch? Thinking I could escape this on my own? I hadn’t even been tied up before!!!

I kept screaming and struggling til the tiredness beat me and I fell asleep.

I was woken up by the jingling of some keys unlocking my house’s door. What the fuck was going on?

  - MPHHHHHH! – I protested, still a bit slept.

A couple of ski masked heads came across the door. I recognized the first pair of eyes instantly. It was Liza!

  - MPHHHHHHHHHHH!! – I cheered, happier, feeling my rescue close.

  - You see? – Liza told her partner – I told you she would still be tied up.

  - Are you kidding? How long has she been like that? She doesn’t seem to loose any single rope.

  - About eight hours. She chose a non-escapable strictness and not being freed afterwards. So I made sure she had the experience she was seeking for.

  - MPHHH?

I didn’t understand a thing and began feeling uncomfortable. I had the sensation she wasn’t here to free me after all. Sensation that got confirmed after her next sentence.

 - You check the first floor. I’ll get this one.

Her partner followed her instructions and got to the stairs. She was dressing just like Liza did. Black leather clothes and a black balaclava, covering her whole face except for her eyes.

  - MPHHHHH – I protested again.

  - I’m sorry, honey, but you are too gullible and your house is too big for not being robbed. And don’t get me wrong, I’m still a huge fan of your work, but business is business. Oh, and in case you eventually get free and think of reporting us or the company to the police, that selfie you and I have taken will spread like a bad disease, okay?

I lowered my face and nodded, almost crying. That girl had caught me well.

She then began checking the whole ground floor, and I saw her taking some jewelry and money and put them inside her bag. She didn’t even bother to set me up so I can just sit on the chair properly.

I kept struggling and fighting my bonds, knowing it was completely useless. Besides, I was so tired my attempts were more like a joke than real tryings. When Liza’s partner-in-crime came downstairs, they both went towards the door, leaving me as helpless as they had found me. I began crying and moaning in pain and fear.

  - Let me bet what you’re thinking – Liza said, in a mocking tone – You’re thinking that at least we could untie you, even though we rob you, aren’t you?

  - Mphhhhhh – I nodded.

  - Well I’m afraid that’s impossible, Alesha. Since you read before signing that contract, nothing can be changed after completing your fantasy, and that includes not untying you. I’m sorry, honey, but I wish you the best of lucks.

  - MPHHHHHHHHHH – I was lost. How was I supposed to escape that on my own?

They both turned to the door, but Liza turned back.

  - Okay. Since you’ve been so generous with us, I’m willing to make an exception. What do you say, Mila?

The other girl seemed to agree, and they both put me up and began untying the bonds and tape attaching my to the furniture. Was this really happening? Was I allowed to be let go?

After the set me free from the chair, they made me stand up.

  - Okay, but you have to make an effort. Come hopping to the couch.

And they both went to the sofa and waited for me there. So I would have to suffer some more humilliation. Well, anything to get out from this bonds. I hopped towards their position and, miracolously, did that without falling down.

However, far from untying me they both grabbed me and laid me down on the couch. Then, they grabbed another piece of rope and began tying it to my ankles.

  - Since you’re a newbie in bondage world, we’ll give you this opportunity to try this.

  - Yes, honey. This is called a “hogtie”

  - MPHHHHHHHHHHH – I protested again.

They bound the new rope to the one holding my breasts and tightened it, making my knees to bend and my bondage to get more stricted again.

  - There it is. Oh, and let me take this crotchrope off. According to your panties, you’ve had enough fun.

Great. Not only they tightened my bondage, but they also took away my only way of having fun.

  - MPHHHHHHHH!!

  - Oh, you’re welcome, Alesha. We’re not some breaking-the-rules girls, but I think it’s worth it to make you know a bit more about this wonderful world.

And, after this, they left me again. I tried once again but it was useless. If getting out from the chair had been impossible, this new hogtie seemed even more difficult. I gave up and tried to sleep some more. Next day would be a tough one.

Alternative ending

***This ending began after the burglars have ransacked the house and are ready to leave***

I kept struggling and fighting my bonds, knowing it was completely useless. Besides, I was so tired my attempts were more like a joke than real tryings. When Liza’s partner-in-crime came downstairs, they both went towards the door, leaving me as helpless as they had found me. I began crying and moaning in pain and fear.

  - Let me bet what you’re thinking – Liza said, in a mocking tone – You’re thinking that at least we could untie you, even though we rob you, aren’t you?

  - Mphhhhhh – I nodded.

  - Well I’m afraid that’s impossible, Alesha. Since you read before signing that contract, nothing can be changed after completing your fantasy, and that includes not untying you. I’m sorry, honey, but I wish you the best of lucks.

  - MPHHHHHHHHHH – I was lost. How was I supposed to escape that on my own?

They both turned to the door, but Liza turned back.

  - Okay. Since you’ve been so generous with us, I’m willing to make an exception. What do you say, Mila?

The other girl seemed to agree, and they both put me up and began untying the bonds and tape attaching my to the furniture. Was this really happening? Was I allowed to be let go?

After the set me free from the chair, they made me stand up.

  - Okay, but you have to make an effort. Come hopping to the couch.

And they both went to the sofa and waited for me there. So I would have to suffer some more humilliation. Well, anything to get out from this bonds. I hopped towards their position and, miracolously, did that without falling down.

They made me lay down on the couch, took a pair of scissors and cut the tape wrapping my hands. Then, they undid the rope framing my breasts and then my wrists.

I could almost taste freedom when they suddenly grabbed my wrists again and put them over my butt, before tying them up again.

  - MPHHH? – I asked surprised.

  - Oh, you thought we were going to untie you?

  - Oh, no honey. But we’re giving you a much more valuable present.

After my wrists were secured again they did the same with my elbows, making them touch. I let out a grunt of pain.

  - Wow! You’re very flexible, ma’am.

  - MPHHH!

Next they hogtied me, attaching one more piece from my ankles to my elbows.

  - We just wanted you to know what a “hogtie” looks like.

  - Yes. Since you were a bondage virgin.

  - Were, hahaha. And wait, we get to the best part.

Then, they grabbed another coil of rope and, after untying the crotchrope one, they wrapped it around my waist, grabbing my wrists and putting them against my butt. I knew what they were doing, they were giving me a tighter crotchrope. I sensed it when I felt the knot touching my clit again.

  - This is how it works, Alesha – said Liza, and grabbed the rope behind my back and pulled it as tight as she could.

I felt it immediately. The bite of the knot was now much more intense than before.

  - Why don’t you try?

I complied. This was the best part of this akward situation.

  - Funny, isn’t it?

I nodded, exhausted yet thrilled and aroused. I didn’t even care about what they stole anymore. After all, I could regain it all.

  - Okay, honey. So we must go, but we’re leaving you a knife right there, on the floor. When you’re tired of orgasming, you just have to get there and free yourself. Not an easy task, but I’m sure a brave girl like you can make it. And now I mean it, hahaha – mocked Liza.

I wasn’t even paying attention to her. I was having too much fun with my rope.

  - So we must go, honey. And please don’t doubt in contacting us again. I’ve got the feeling I’ll find you a much funnier stuffing next time – she added – a most… private one.

  - MPHHHHHH – I said.

They both went out and I got back to my task. Yes, it was much more intense. I tightened and untightened the rope, feeling it against my pussy, rubbing my clit. Oh, my, God. What a night awaited me.

Next day

I woke up at eleven o’clock. After getting to cum three more times, it took me another two hours to get to the knife and free myself completely.

I got up and moved to the kitchen. After having breakfast, I moved to my computer to get to work. I was stuck just where I left it yesterday. Kylie was bound to a chair and gagged, not being able to escape on her own. Since I had cheated with my escaping the day before, I was empty of ideas for this chapter.

Suddenly, a grin appeared on my face, since I felt like I needed some more field research.

I typed tiemetight.com. I filled the test with almost the same answers than the day before, except for a couple.

In question #1, How strict do you want your bondage to be?, I chose option c) Nearly inescapable. I had had too much the day before, but still wanted it to feel realistic.

In question #4 How do you want to be tied up? I went for b) Hogtie. Those last four hours of captivity were just awesome.

In question #5 What kind of gag do you want to be gagged with? I chose j) Other, and explained.

I want a severe multi-layer gag, but I want the stuffing to be Liza’s panties. Maybe mixed with her socks. And tell her to bring a copy of the selfie, please. I didn’t know if I was allowed to demand an specific villain, but it was worth giving it a try.

In last question, Do you want to be freed afterwards? I was tempted to choose a) Yes, but… well, I guess I’m a very naughty girl.

At six o’clock, my doorbell rang and, after opening, I saw Liza’s eyes through her balaclava, even brighter than the day before.

  - So, here we go again.