A Promise Broken
The kitchen was alive with tension as Lolly struggled against her restraints. Her arms and legs were bound tightly together, every inch of rope cutting into her skin. She squirmed and writhed on the cold floor, desperate to escape the bonds that held her captive. The fat ball gag wedged in her mouth did little to muffle her muffled cries of protest.
An Unfulfilled Promises
Lolly had made a promise to me: she'd make sure to have a hot home-cooked dinner waiting for me every night when i got home. However, she'd broken that promise repeatedly, and tonight I'd decided to take matters into my own hands. I stood over her, a smirk playing on my lips, as she lay bound and gagged on the kitchen floor.
A Lesson Learned
Despite her predicament, Lolly was defiant and not showing the proper remorse for breaking her vow. I periodically added more rope (and discomfort) until she was bound in a tight little ball, barely able to move. I'd had enough of waiting for her to learn her lesson.
A Night of Reckoning
Her frantic and desperate (and garbled) apologies were welcome, but she was going to have to do far more than apologize. I left her there, bound and gagged, with the promise that she could figure out how to untie herself while I went to the bar for a pizza with some good friends. I did leave behind a pair of scissors, but given that the blades were taped shut, I doubted they'd be of much use.
A Dinner Delayed
As I walked out of the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. Lolly was learning that promises, once broken, had consequences. And tonight, her dinner would be delayed indefinitely. The thought of her bound and gagged figure alone in the kitchen filled me with a dark pleasure, and I couldn't wait to see how she'd fare without my help.
