I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, smirking as I saw the note I’d posted on the wall opposite to the entrance.
“All tied up in the livingroom. Come play with me <3”
I’ve been doing this for about last week now, leavingthe front door unlocked, locking all m valuables in a safe, then sleeping on the couch in my livingroom, all tied up and helpless. Still, the excitement that someone may come in is just as exhilarating as the last time. I found myself fantasising about it while I was brushing my teeth. Who might found me, what they might do to me, what they might make me do…
My brain of thought derailed as I poked the back of my that with the toothbrush, causing me to gag. It yanked me out of my fantasies, asunder sighed. Don’t judge me, it’s not like I actually would’ve wanted any of that to happen. That’s a very dangerous situation for me, despite my menacing physique. When you’re tied on your hands and knees, it basically doesn’t matter how strong you are. I rinsed the toothbrush, and headed into the livingroom, where my “bed” was waiting.