Bound Girdled And Gagged - d2502CLEO-Tie the Sitter up and shut her up
Bound, Girdled and Gagged: A Tale of Power and Submission
The Sitter's Fate: Tied Up and Silenced
Cleo's heart raced as she heard the click of the door lock. She knew what was coming next; she had seen it in their eyes every time they looked at her. Her sitter gigs were always filled with excitement - and fear. As they stepped closer, she tried to steady her breath, but her chest heaved up and down in anticipation.
"You've got us into quite a situation, Cleo," the man said, his voice low and menacing. He pulled out a length of rope and began tying her wrists together behind her back. The rough material bit into her skin, but she dared not make a sound. She felt the knot tighten, cutting off her circulation.
Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what they wanted from her. She had always been careful, never letting on about the families she worked for or their secrets. But it seemed that wasn't enough. As the ropes bound her tighter and tighter, she knew she had to find a way out of this.
Suddenly, she felt a gag being pressed into her mouth. She tried to resist, but it was no use. The soft fabric muffled her cries as they tied it tightly around her head. Her mouth filled with saliva, and she struggled to keep from drooling all over herself.
"Now, Cleo, you won't be making any noise," the woman said with a smirk. "We have plans for you, and we don't want anyone to know about them."
As they tied her ankles together and left her in the middle of the room, Cleo felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was completely at their mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do now was wait and hope that someone would find her before it was too late.
Bound and Helpless: Cleo's Descent into Submission
Hours passed, and Cleo's body ached from the tight bindings. She tried to move, but the ropes held her fast. She could feel her breasts pressing against the rough fabric of her top, and she knew that her tits were on full display. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation she felt.
Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze on her skin. She opened her eyes to see the woman walking towards her, a grin on her face. In her hand was a pair of scissors, and Cleo's heart stopped.
"Time to really shut you up," the woman said, her voice cold. She approached Cleo, the scissors held menacingly close to her bound mouth. Cleo whimpered, unable to move as the woman cut through her top, exposing her tits completely.
"You like that, don't you?" the woman taunted. "You like being bound and gagged, helpless for us to do whatever we want with you." Cleo tried to shake her head, but the gag prevented her from speaking. "Just accept it, Cleo. You're ours now."
With that, the woman left the room, leaving Cleo alone once again. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against her bonds, but they held firm. She was at the mercy of these people, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Bound Girdled and Gagged: A Tale of Power and Submission
As the hours turned into days, Cleo's situation grew increasingly desperate. She had no idea how long she had been tied up or when someone would find her. All she could do was wait and hope that someone would hear her cries for help.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Cleo heard footsteps approaching. Her heart raced as she tried to move, but the ropes held her fast. She felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently.
"Cleo, it's time to come out," a voice said. It was the man from before, and he looked worried. "Are you okay?"
Cleo nodded, afraid to speak in case the gag came loose. The man helped her to her feet, untying the knots that held her bound. Her body ached from the tight bindings, and she winced as he cut the gag from her mouth.
"Thank god you're okay," the man said, his voice trembling. "We couldn't find you for days. We thought..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Cleo looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a different room, one that looked more like an office than anything else. The woman from before was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's the woman?" Cleo asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.
The man looked away, a look of shame on his face. "She...she left," he said finally. "She couldn't handle it anymore."
Cleo shook her head, trying to process the information. She had no idea what had happened or why they had done this to her. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
As she gathered her things, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever escape the nightmares that this experience had left her with.
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