"Now, what's on for today ?" he said to her as her untied her. "Oh yes, you are going to be my fashion model for the day. I have picked out some of your clothes. I have to say that I have never seen these before, so it did come as quite a nice surprise to see them." He threw a latex outfit at her.

"If you think I am going to wear thet in front of you, you are........" she began

"I am absolutely right." he finished the sentence for her. "So far, I have been pretty gentle with you. Disobey me, or try to escape, or even talk too loudly for my taste, and you are seriously going to get a real spanking" he warned her. Sullenly, she put the clothes on. She found it funny how an outfit that had given her so much pleasure in private now seemed so horrible under these circumstances.

He made her do some twirls for her, clearly enjoying her discomfort. " Lie on the bed. So far you have been very good today, so don't blow it now." She had no choice but to obey, for now, she reasoned. He was just waiting for her to try something. As she lay down, he grabbed her arms and forced her elbows closely together.

"I thought purple rope would go nicely with your outfit... what do you think ?" he asked her.

I think you are a crazy, son of a ......" she never got to finish the sentence as he cuffed her round the head. It smarted and she fell silent. He continued to tie her, pulling the ropes around her wirsts tightly, then cinching between. As he pulled them tight, the ropes clamped on her wrists, forcing her to gasp in pain. He ignored her, and bound her feet side by side. At least when he cinched her ankles the boots gave her some protection. he stood back and she wriggled as a show of defiance.

"Nearly finished." he said to her as he got another length of the rope.

"What are you going to do with that? You've got me, I'm not going anywhere" she pleaded.

"I'm going to do... this" he replied, as he fde the rope between her ankles and her wrists. He then pulled it tight, forcing her legs to bend and pull towards her hands. "That should keep you out of trouble for a while". She was now hogtied, immobile on her bed. he walked around, the bed, admiring his handiwork.

 

"What are you smiling at ?" he said to her, as he walked around. She righted herself onto her belly.

"I'm smiling because you are not going to get away with this. You have me now, but you cannot keep me here like this forever. Then you are for it, she laughed."

"I don't want you forever, just long enough to get those numbers. This isn't about you.... OK I am going to have some fun getting those numbers, but that is the one thing I am after. Now I am going to go out and get my car packed. And don't think about screaming, because I have this for you.". He pulled out a ballagag from his pocket. "Don't bother fighting me over this. one way or the other, you are going to have it. Your choice" he told her as he brought it to her mouth.

For a moment, she thought about trying to stop him, but decided she was in no position to do so. grudgingly, she opened her mouth and he placed the gag into it. She heard and felt him tighten the gag, the metal buckle clinging with some sort of finality to it. This time, though he did it up far too tightly for her comfort. She winced in pain as he fastened it. All she could do was "mmph" in protest.

 

She decided there and then that she had to do something, otherwise she would be at the mercy of him. Her only chance was to get herself moving and gat help. Calling out was out of the question, he had seen to that, so the only option was to try and get to the phone. In the state she found herself, this was a big ask, she reasoned, but not entirely impossible. The first job was to get off the bed. She wriggled to the end of the bed and peered over the edge. The drop looked immense, and she knew she could just not drop off, she was going to have to be cleverer than that.

 

"You know, you do look lovely like that." he mentioned. "Maybe I could keep you forever.... what do you think?" The thought made her horrified. he blew her a kiss and left the room. Shortly after, she heard the front door slam. She waited, motionlessly, to ensure that he was not coming back in and that he had gone this time.

Once again, she found herself alone. she wriggled around and pulled at her bonds, but the more she struggled, the more they hurt. Her taunting of him had perhaps not been a great idea, as he had really fastened her good and tightly. She found it very difficult to move anywhere with her legs bent as they were. The last thing he had said, about keeping her, filled her with dread..... would he actually do it ? Almost involutarily, she pulled at the ropes with all her might.

 

Carefully, Jess lowered her legs over the edge of the bed. Many times, she thought about giving the idea up and waiting for him to come back, but she decided that she must go on regardless.

With any action, there is always a point of no return. jess found herself at that point. By now she was boiling hot, cooking as she was in the latex he had made her wear. Now she could not have got back onto the bed even if she wanted to. The only way was downwards. Gingerly, she wirggled backwards, waiting for her knees to make contact with the floor. To her relief, it was not a big drop.

"Now there is no turning back," she thought to herself, "I can't get back on the bed, so I have to go for it." Now she realized that she had another leap of faith, to get onto the floor and start crawling. She edged down the side of the bed and suddenly foung herself dropping. her hands reached out in reflex, but could not help her. She hit the ground hard, and it knocked the wind out of her. She lay there, getting her breath back. How she just wanted to give up, but her pride would not let her. She forced herself to move on. She could not fail.

 

Panting furiously, she began to edge over to the door. At this point she began to lose hope that she could make it at all to the phone in the lounge. She had to keep going, regardless of the pain in her arms and legs and the exhaustion from the heat. Progress was slow..... she felt more and more desperate as the time she had was waning away.

"What is he going to do about me doing this?" she thought to herself. "I'm not going to make it, no matter how hard I try." She had never felt so desperate or helpless. She wanted to cry out, but couldn't. She almost felt herself exploding with all the pent up emotion. The distance just seemed to grow with every wriggle she did.

"He's winning" the horrible thought came into her head. "He's got me and just playing with me, grinding me down. Bastard!"

Relentlessly, she struggled to her now seemingly unattainable goal.

 

It was inevitable that he should return. She had got to the bedroom door when she heard the door lock click open. Halfway she hoped to see someone else there, someone to rescue her, but he rheart sank all the same when she saw him come in.

"You did well, I am proud of you," he said to her soothingly as he towered over her, stuck on the floor as she was "but it stops now." he said ominously. I am packed and ready to go and the only thing that is holding me up is you. It is time to up the stakes." Whatver he maent, she thought, it id not sound good. She allowed herself to flop to the floor, totally spent.