Postby bzzart » Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:25 pm
The next day, Amanda was disappointed that she wasn’t tied up. She could only expect this, seeing as how she almost caught him.
Unfortunately, Amanda hadn’t taken a nap or drunk any coffee the day before, so she felt like a sloth. Each movement was sluggish and it felt like she had just gotten out of bed all day. Amanda was happy about this, knowing that he would strike tonight, since he didn’t do it last night.
What will he do next? Amanda thought. Oh, I just can’t wait!
Quickly, much more quickly than usual, she climbed into bed. Even though she was tired, it still took her much longer than expected to go to sleep. But eventually, she closed her eyes and let the dreams take her.
Amanda woke up feeling excellent. Nothing like a good night’s rest. She tried to brush off the covers, but then realized she was ON the covers.
At first, Amanda is alert, wondering if she did something earlier. Then she relaxed. She was tied up. He had done it again.
She was in a hogtie, a bind that Amanda was very familiar with. Her wrists and forearms tightly bound, a few inches of ropes connected her with her ankle bindings. She realized that this hogtie was much more restricting than the last tie-up. Her thumbs were tied with a little string, her knees were also wrapped tightly with rope, and her arms were pinned with rope tied above and below her breasts.
She smiled, which she instantly realized that she wasn’t gagged, which she appreciated, even though she liked being gagged. She tested the bonds, tight as usual, this guy was no rookie. She rolled around a little bit, not wanting to escape. An hour had passed before she really wanted to.
Amanda just couldn’t describe how fun it was to be bound. But as always, fun would have to stop. She tugged at her bonds, which only caused them to dig into her skin. She gritted her teeth, and start to try to twist her wrists which only ended up with the same results. Maneuvering her wrists in a way to untie the knots was impossible, as her thumbs were tied and her the back of her palms were facing each other, preventing them from shifting.
After twenty minutes of tugging and pulling and slight pain, Amanda was able to free her thumbs from the tiny string. She was quite impressed how such a little string could restrain her so much. But on to the next task. She twisted, pulled, tugged, and shifted her wrist bindings, but not give.
Amanda couldn’t go hopping around like she did before. Not in a hogtie. They were meant to prevent just that. Fortunately, Amanda was able to eventually pull apart her wrists ever-so-slightly, and loosen a knot. From there, she was easily untied.
Free from the restricting ropes, Amanda grinned. That was so fun, she could hardly describe it!
But she couldn’t help thinking she was forgetting something. Her phone!
The text said, The final ones are coming up. I hope a hot girl like you can enjoy this.
Amanda smiled.
Half the day had already flown by, as escaping had taken her longer than she expected.
She attended to her normal things, doing chores, getting groceries, the usual. Her mind could only fleet back to the numerous days of fun that had been happening. She loved bondage. There was no other word for it. And she was absolutely thrilled to be doing it. To top it off, a relatively boring Christmas was being made fun by this guy, once again, perfect!
Amanda couldn’t believe that the day was soon over. But she wasn’t complaining. This just meant that being tied up was getting closer.
And the closer she was to being tied up, the better.
So she fell asleep.
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