Genevieve - Broken Promise Means Tight Tape Tie (MP4 Format)
As you step into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. But something's off. You spot Genevieve leaning against the counter, her wrists bound tightly together with duct tape. Her ankles are secured to each other, and she's wearing only a skimpy black thong.
"Genevieve?" You ask, confused. "What's going on here?"
She struggles to speak through the thick wad of panties stuffed in her mouth, but all that comes out is a muffled, "Mmmphh!"
You recall the agreement you made with her earlier: work hard at the office, and she'd take care of things at home. But it seems she's neglected her end of the bargain. Furious, you cross the kitchen, grab her by the hair, and drag her to the center of the room.
"I thought we had a deal," You say, your voice laced with anger. "You were supposed to cook for me. Instead, you've done nothing all day."
Without another word, you pull out a roll of duct tape and begin securing her arms to her torso, wrapping them tightly in a figure-hugging embrace. Her chest heaves as she struggles against the tape, but it's no use. You can see the fear in her eyes as she realizes she's not going anywhere.
"No, please," She begs, her voice muffled by the gag. "I'll cook, I promise! Just let me go!"
But it's too late. You've made your decision, and you're sticking to it. You secure her legs to the floor, leaving her sprawled out on the kitchen tiles like a broken doll.
As you watch her squirm, you can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She may have broken your trust, but now she'll have to face the consequences. And what better way to teach her a lesson than by leaving her completely at your mercy?
You step back, admiring your handiwork. Genevieve is completely immobilized, her body wrapped in a cocoon of tape. You grin, realizing that this might just be the most thrilling punishment you've ever devised. And who knows? Maybe she'll appreciate it more once she cools off.
With that, you head to the fridge to grab a cold soda. As you open the door, you hear a loud "MMMPHH!" from behind. Genevieve's eyes widen as she sees what you're holding: a can of soda, stuffed down her shirt and taped in place against her bare skin.
You chuckle, enjoying her discomfort. "Here," You say, "this should help cool you down."
As you hand her the soda, you can't help but notice how helpless she looks, bound and gagged in your kitchen. And while part of you feels bad for her, another part can't help but savor the power you hold over her. After all, who knows when you'll let her taste freedom again?
