I was untied, and saw my mistress for the first time in three hours. She was now wearing a fur coat, pajama pants, and no socks.
"Hello, slave! Ready to serve me?" I was taken to her basement where she handcuffed my hands behind my back. She forced me to change. I was know wearing a yellow dress and a thick warm black coat.
"Sit down." She said firmly. She was reall starting take the whole mistress thing seriously. I liked it.
I sat down in the strait back chair, and placed my hands on the armrests. My arms were bound there by thick white rope. I was never going to get out, I knew that.
My mouth was packed with black cotton cloth, and then sealed with duct tape. She put seven or eight strips over it.
"That should give me some peace and quiet for a little while, shouldn't it slave?"
I grunted into the gag, agreeing.
My legs were then tied with tape to the chair. A blanket that was in her basement was draped over me, and then pulled tightly, mummifying me in warm soft fur. Rope was being wrapped around the blanket to make sure it didn't fall off.
"I will come back to get you in three hours, and if you somehow get out of that, you will be tied up again. Tighter." She laughed.
I heard her walking up stairs, probably to plan more predicaments to force me in. I would do them willingly though, I am starting to like it by now.
Should I continue?
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