Sunday,
there was an advertisement for a free massage at the local clinic. I decided to give it a try but I did not imagine what is going to happen next. So, it was 12 pm, and I was wearing a green shirt, a blue jean with white tulips on it, and yellow shoes. I drove myself there in my Honda Civic. I arrived there in time for my 12:30 appointment. The lady there took my information, and guided me to the room. It was a simple table, but if only I saw what is underneath it. She told me to strip down to my underwear. Her name was Liza. She was 19, I was 21. I did that, and hopped onto the table. Then, I layed my head down so I was laying on my back. Before I knew what was happening, Liza was applying wrist and ankle restraints. I tried to kick her to escape, but someone held down my legs so it did not work. In a few minutes, I was strapped down.
I was scared. I knew I was tricked into this situation. Liza revealed the man was her husband. Then, they said, you are our hostage and we are going to do whatever we want to you for a full day. You were foolish to fall for the free massage without a catch. The first thing they did to me was spank me. I was screaming and crying with every hand contact to my butt. I was in pain. They enhanced it the scene by spanking harder every time I screamed and cried. Knowing my butt was likely very sore and turning red at any moment, I had to stop this.
1 hour ahead of the city is a little diner. My friend Toby was eating chicken waffles when he decided to text me to see what I was doing. When he received no answer from me, he began to feel worried. He knew I was in trouble because I never ignored him before.
To be Continued