Postby ducttapegagged » Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:46 pm
suppsed to go there." I turned to Amanda "She's probably trying to prank us or something. You go first." I said with a grin. Amanda rolled her eyes. "Fine" she said with a sigh, and started upstairs to Jasmine's bedroom. When we got there, we noticed one of two things. First, there was a bunch of cardboard boxes stacked on her queen bed, ranging in size and shape. Second, her floor was a mess. Shoes lay everywhere. Sandals, flip flops, tennis shoes, heels, every singe pair of shoes she owned seemed to be sat on her carpet. And then we noticed a third thing. A very light "thump". Another one. "What is that?!" Jon says. "It's coming from her closet" Amanda replies, and walking over, pulls the wooden double doors open. And there, lying on a box free floor in a shoe-free closet, was Jasmine. she was sitting against the closet wall with her legs in front of her, dressed in a short pink sleeveless dress, the loose skirt bottom barely touching the tops of her kneecaps, her legs adorned in sexy suntan stockings with a pair of 4 inch pink high heeled stilletos to complete the look. Oh, and one other thing: she was very tightly and very thouroughly tied up and gagged. Her nylon clad legs were bound with loops of white rope at the ankles, knees and thighs, each loop crinkling the nylon hose more and more. Her arms had followed suit, rope lashed tightly aroud her wrists, more looped around her breasts and waist, pinning her arms securely behind her back. Lastly, a pair of what looked to be white tights had been stuffed in to her mouth, another pair tightly tied through her teeth, not silencing Jasmine completely, but it was good enough to do the trick. We stared at her wriggling on the groud, dumbfounded at the sight that lay before us. Jon finally broke the awkward silence with the question that we do doubt all had running through our heads. "What the heck?!" He said.
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