Sure enough, I hear the clicking of metal cuffs around my wrists. Then, a second pair. That's when I realize I'm not going anywhere until she's done torturing me. As I'm struggling against them, Rocket takes the shirt I was wearing and stuffs it in my mouth, threatening to "punish me" if it comes out. She then backs away from me, wearing a see-through black dress and a thong, teasing me. After a few minutes of admiring her work, she goes to me bedroom and finds a clotheshanger. Not a regilar hanger, the kind that holds pants. Wouldn't you know it was spread just right to act as a makeshift nipple clamp? After finding the perfect claml, she then soothes me by massaging my neck and calming me, so I know I'll be okay.
After that, however, Rocket left me bound and struggling for around 30 minutes before letting me up but forced me to stay in handcuffs for the rest of the evening. We had a nice evening, and I asked if I could be free from them. She refused, however, and took the key wih her, back to her home.
At least I had the weekend off work.
