You’d think with her elbows essentially welded together and her wrists equally roped tight, she’d give up the goods. Not so fast it turned out. I got the jump on her in the middle of the night and had her wrists bound lickety split. I even got a pretty large ballgag buckled tightly behind her pearly whites without a whole lot of screaming and carrying on.
In fact when I finished wrapping the clothesline around her elbows, I sort of got complacent apparently. Spinning her around to face me I expected a certain amount of docility. What I got was a swift kick in my balls and a mad dash out of the bedroom. The misery swelling in my groin left me bent over cursing my stupidity.
I turned to see her dashing stark naked down the hallway towards her front door. It was actually a little comical watching her trying to turn the deadbolt with her wrists bound. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach the knob since raising her arms was out of the question. By now I had recovered enough to track her down. One hand held my groin as the other grabbed her throat.