Lottie LaLay; Trussed Up and Toe Tied
Lottie LaLay, the gold-digging guardian of a petiteage boy with peculiar tastes, found herself in a difficult situation. She had tied up six minders for her ward, including the latest one the previous night, and now she was left with no choice but to punish the mischievous monster. As she lay in bed on a Sunday morning, still in her tight sports top and pants, her heart sank when she saw the boy enter the room.
The beautiful blonde sighed and removed the covers to give the youthful man a cheeky glimpse of her bare feet while berating him over his behavior towards the previous minder. Warning him that he would have to control his conduct in the future if he wanted his computer games back, Lottie smiled in triumph as the boy looked crestfallen.
But then, without warning, the petiteage tyrant grabbed hold of her and flipped her over onto her front. He grabbed her wrists, manhandled her arms behind her back, and made Lottie cry out in angry protest as he pulled a rope out of his pocket.
A short while later, Lottie found herself tightly trussed on the living room sofa with a huge white cloth gagging her mouth, several lengths of rope binding her limbs, and her bound bare feet glued together by more white rope. She struggled and angrily yapped at the youthful man who simply looked down at her while staring intensely at her bound bare feet.
The little monster had tied her arms behind her back with a chest harness to keep them pinned against her sides and had secured her legs together too. He stood there, staring lustfully at his gagged guardian, and decided that she was moving around too much. He put her into a punishing hogtie, tying her ankles and thighs tightly together.
Now finding herself on the floor, Lottie thrashed about but could hardly make any progress as the ludicrously tight hogtie kept her rooted to the spot. Still trash-talking the beastly brat through her gag, her mouth got her into trouble again. The little bastard took her titties out from her sports top, exposing them in between the many strands of tight rope tied around her chest.
Rolling around fruitlessly and pleading with him to let her go, Lottie's angry demeanor had turned to one of desperation as she stared forlornly at her cruel captor. Getting increasingly tired and weary, Lottie had lost all her sass and was now nothing more than a helpless plaything for the beastly brat.
With her husband away on business, the bound blonde faced an agonizing wait for freedom. It certainly looked like Lottie would have to come to some new arrangements with her adopted kin if she didn't want to end up terribly trussed up and toe tied again. As the youthful man walked away, leaving her struggling on the floor, Lottie knew that she had underestimated the power dynamics in their relationship. She realized that she was now nothing more than a pawn in the twisted games played by the petiteage terror.
