Lottie LaLay; Trussed Up & Toe Tied
As Lottie LaLay, the gold-digging guardian of a petiteage boy with peculiar tastes, laid in bed one morning, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Her ward's fetish for bare feet was already causing enough trouble, and now she found herself grounded due to her guardian's inability to find a suitable caretaker.
Little did she know that her day was about to take an unexpected turn, as the terrible petite entered the room. His eyes were fixated on her tight sports top and pants, revealing his hidden desires.
Despite her warning that he would have to correct his conduct if he wanted his computer games back, Lottie couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of being tied up by the youthful man who had been tormenting her.
But things quickly escalated when the brat grabbed her and flipped her over onto her front. With a rope already in hand, he tied her arms behind her back, making Lottie cry out in anger and protest.
Lottie found herself trussed up on the living room sofa, her wrists secured behind her back with a chest harness, her legs tied together from her ankles to thighs. The brat had even bound her toes together, immobilizing her completely.
He stood over her, staring intensely at her bound bare feet, his eyes shining with lustful desire. Lottie struggled furiously against her restraints, trying to break free from this twisted game.
But the more she thrashed about, the tighter the ropes bound her. It seemed like this was no game after all; the brat was serious about keeping his new captive.
As time passed, Lottie's pleas for release fell on deaf ears. Instead, she found herself with a sponge crammed into her mouth and clear tape wrapped around her head several times, sealing her gag in place.
To make matters worse, her titties were now exposed in between the many strands of tight rope tied around her chest. She felt utterly helpless and humiliated, at the mercy of this cruel petiteage boy.
With her husband away on business and no one else to turn to, Lottie faced an agonizing wait for freedom. She wished she had never grounded him or taken away his computer games; at least then she wouldn't be in this terribly trussed-up and toe-tied predicament.
But as she lay there, bound and gagged, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. Despite her fear and discomfort, there was something thrilling about being at the mercy of the brat.
Only time will tell if Lottie will come to some new arrangements with her adopted kin or if she will find herself in this perilous situation again. One thing is for sure, though: life under the guardianship of the terrible petite is anything but dull.
