Bored?

The scene opens to a dingy hotel suite with two windows in the sitting area looking down onto the street. The walls are discolored, the pictures hanging on them are undistinguished landscapes. The furniture is worn. A couch squats between the two windows. The hardwood floors are dull and scratched. The windows are covered with very old venetian blinds. There are no lights on, but the sun sneaks in through the blinds, filling the room with a sort of bleak, dusty glow.

On the couch sits a man who would look like a homeless bum except that he appears to be in peak physical condition, and although his clothing is worn, it fits him like a glove. He is tall and lean, and seems to be hard as a rock. He has black hair, pale skin and a five- or six-day growth of beard. He lacks only fangs to exactly resemble a cable-TV vampire.

He is wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie and black engineer’s boots. He is busy loading a thirty-shot clip into a Mini-14 that is topped off by a telescopic scope and further punctuated by a long silencer. He sits back and lights a cigarette and takes a pull from a pint bottle of Jameson. His face betrays no emotion at all. His body is still and completely relaxed. He gazes at the wall. The effect is like watching a poisonous snake sunning himself on a warm rock.

Suddenly from another room we hear a female voice exclaim, “Hey!! Hey!! C’mere please?!!”

Man: “Shut up or I’ll put the gag back in.”

Woman (speaking much more softly): “Sorry, sorry, but c’mere for just a tiny second.”

The man sighs, gets up and walks through an empty dining room, past a kitchen and a bathroom and into a bedroom.

There on the bed, on a bare mattress and pillows without pillow cases lies a woman who is bound hand and foot.

She is remarkably beautiful with a sweet face, long auburn hair and lovely figure. She is about 25-years-old or slightly less, and she is about 5-foot, 8-inches tall. Or 5-foot, 8-inches long in this case as she is lying prone on her side; as anyone might who is tied up on a bed.

She is wearing a white linen blouse with long sleeves, a brown tweed skirt just below knee-length with slits front and rear. She is also wearing tan pantyhose. Her black leather flats are on the floor next to her purse and a laptop.

She is tied with thin, white, soft cotton rope. Her hands are tied behind her back with her wrists crossed. Her feet are tied together at the ankles. The binding is neatly done, complete with cinching to snug it all up. There is a long white cloth hanging over the headboard that presumably functioned as a gag.

Man: “I told you. Just relax and nothing bad will happen to you. As soon as I kill this guy, I’m going to take you with me for about a day, and then I will simply let you go. Your car is already at my place; driven there by my assistant. You can talk to the police later all you want. They’ll never find us.”

He says all this while staring at the woman in a way that visibly frightens her and makes her look away. She stares out of the window while her bound feet briefly strain against the rope, and her arms and shoulders seem to want to get loose and help her run away.

Woman, wriggling against the ropes as her body forgets it is tied: “Oh, no, I believe you. I’m hardly scared at all now. It’s just that I’m really bored.”

Man: “Bored? You are bored.”

Woman: “Well, yeah, I mean, there’s no books or magazines, no TV. And even if there were, I’d have a lot of trouble changing channels or turning pages. Obviously I can’t walk around the room or look out the window. I’m just kind of, well, bored with just lying tied up here looking around at nothing.”

Man: “And what the fuck do you expect me to do about it?”

Woman: “Well I thought maybe I could go out there with you and we could talk and stuff. I’m not trying to get untied or escape or anything. But you’re gonna kill a guy, and I find that interesting and not boring. I swear I won’t be a pain. Pleeeeeeze.”

Man: “Ha ha. Well, no reason why not. I’m kind of bored out there too. Just waiting on a phone call.”

Woman: “Wow, thanks. Wow. Could we stop by the toilet on the way?”

Man: “Oh yeah.”

The woman watches as the man unties her feet. He pulls her off the bed and marches her out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom door.”

Man: “No funny business. I want you in and out of there long before I get pissed off. I am not a patient man.”

The woman says sure. The man unties her hands and shuts the door behind her. In a surprisingly short period of time, she emerges and begins to walk past him toward the living room.

Man: “Stop. Hands behind.”

Woman: “Sorry. Forgot.”

The man quickly and efficiently ties her hands behind her back while she looks up at the ceiling and blushes a very deep red.

Woman: “Oh, can I get my shoes?”

Man: “No shoes. You’re not allowed to have shoes while you’re kidnapped. That is an ancient rule. Surprised nobody ever gave you the word on that.”

Woman: “Seriously? I just don’t want my feet to get dirty.”

Man: “That’s an easy fix. You just have to stop caring about that right now. Don’t bring it up again.”

They walk into the living room and the woman sees the rifle.

Woman: “Oh my God!! Look at that.”

Man: “Have a seat on that chair,” pointing to an old overstuffed leather chair on the other side of the window from the couch.”

Woman: “Looks kind of dirty.”

Man: “You are treading on some very thin ice, Sparky. Sit.”

The woman sits, and when she sees the man pull a length of rope out of his pocket she extends her feet in front of her, placing them together and pointing her toes. She smiles brightly at him and watches. As he ties the knot, she again blushes a very deep red. She pulls her bound feet back toward the front of the chair and moves them a bit to adjust the rope.

A mischievous smile crosses her face: “I forgot to tell you that you’ll NEVER get away with this outrage.”

Man: “Ah. Yes. Just remember. You really are kidnapped. This is no joke. Nothing wrong with lightening the mood though.

Hey, you want a cigarette or a drink of whiskey? I’ve got plenty.”

Woman: “Well for sure, but that might be kind of a challenge.”

She wriggles her shoulders and arms and waves at the man with her bound hands, pulling them as far to her side and from behind her back as she can as if to maybe remind her captor that he has in fact tied her up and that it might be a bit difficult for her to drink and/or smoke. Her expression is one of facetious astonishment and horror. Her bound stocking feet lift up on her toes.

Man: “You’d be pretty cute if you weren’t such an asshole.”

Woman: “Well, anyway, I’d like both of those things please.”

Bob lights a cigarette and holds it to her mouth. They alternate smoking it. Then he holds a pint bottle of Jameson to her mouth. She has several long pulls. Some of it dribbles down her chin.

Woman: “Wow. That hit the spot. I am wasted. You know, you don’t really need to keep me tied up. I can’t run off with you watching.”

Man: “It’s that kind of talk that will get you gagged and hogtied. Quit trying to con me.”

Woman: “You are so sweet. What is your name anyway?”

Man: “Call me Bob. I know your name is Bailey. I went through your purse.”

Woman: “I’ll bet you stole all my money.”

Man: “You over-estimate your importance. You underestimate me. I don’t care though. I gave your money to my assistant as a tip.”

Bob peers through the blinds for a long while. Bailey looks at him all the while. She gently pushes and pulls against the ropes that bind her hands and feet. It seems unconscious.

Bailey: “What are you looking at down there”

Bob: “Just checking out the terrain.”

Bob goes to a tote bag on the floor and takes out some lengths of rope.

Bailey: “What do you need those for? I can hardly move as it is.”

Bob: “Well I’m happy to hear that, but I don’t want to hear any whining. Lean forward.”

Bailey leans forward, and Bob begins winding the rope around her arms and body just above her elbow and below her tits. After several tight turns he cinches the rope between her arms and body, pulls the whole business tight behind her back and knots it between her shoulder blades.

Bob shoves her to an upright position and pulls her skirt up over her knees.

Bailey involuntarily gasps as Bob ties her legs together above the knees. When he ties the knot, he puts her skirt back over her knees.

Then Bob goes to the couch and looks at his phone. He texts. Then he returns to the window and looks out between two slats of the blinds.

Bailey slowly writhes against the ropes. Her pretty face is bright red. Her eyes are wide with some kind of strong emotion. Her tits are now very prominent above the tight rope below them.

Bailey: “Do you feel bad when you kill guys? Or girls?”

Bob (in almost a whisper): “Not these pricks. I am a bit selective with the jobs I take. And I am incapable of killing girls or women. I’ve only been offered one of those jobs though.”

Bailey: “Hey would you mind putting my hair up in a ponytail? I’m tired of jerking my head trying to flick it out of my face.”

Bob quickly and expertly gathers Bailey’s hair and puts it into a neat ponytail using a rubber band that he unaccountably finds in his pocket. He goes back to the window.

Bailey: “Thanks. I could use another drink. And a smoke.”

Bob: “I could too. Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

Bob drags an ottoman to the wall below the window and next to Bailey’s chair. They share a cigarette and most of a pint of Jameson.

Bailey: “Hee hee. I’m a little wasted. How can you drink on the job? I should turn you in to HR.”

Bob: “Hey, don’t be a rat. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Bailey: “I am post- and pre-boyfriend right now.”

Bailey’s face betrays a mischievous thought. Her body forgets it’s tied up and displays a slight instant of struggle followed by more blushing. Bob is looking at her but doesn’t seem to notice.

Bailey: “Hey, I know. If you untie me I’ll suck your dick.”

Bob: “You don’t mean that. But anyway I could make you suck my dick WHILE you’re tied up. And then after that you would still remain tied up if I felt like it. You have no negotiating position. You can’t even wipe your face off.”

Bailey: “You know, you’re shockingly blunt sometimes.”

Bob looks out the window and says slowly: “Yeah. I have poor social skills. That doesn’t really matter much though.”

Bailey: “What about your assistant? Does he enjoy working for you?”

Bob: “My assistant is a young girl about your age. She is grateful to me, and I actually own her.”

Bailey: “You WHAT? You OWN her?”

Bob: “I bought her off a guy for $100,000. He was keeping her locked up. He would smack her. I could see she was meant for better things.”

Bailey: “Oh, so you saved her. She’s really free now then.”

Bob: “Oh no. I mean, I’m really good to her and all, but she is definitely my property. If she tried to leave, my colleagues would help me get her back. She wouldn’t have a chance really. At some point she’d be delivered to me chained or tied with a funny note attached. But she’ll never leave. She loves me. I love her too. She is really dangerous with the right weapon. Good looking. You might like her. She’ll be up here in a few minutes. Her name is Tandy.”

Bailey involuntarily squirms at this news. The taut ropes instantly remind her that she is tied up really tight now and there is not much slack.

Bailey: “So, do you ‘own’ me? Will you sell me?”

Bob looks at her: “What? No. Your situation is totally different. You’ve been captured during a job. You weren’t even supposed to be here. Don’t be silly. Ha ha. I guess you can’t help it. It’s difficult for me to comprehend how naive you are.”

Bailey: “To change the subject, I really hate for my feet to get dirty. I’m sure they are dirty now. This floor is super dusty. Even if you put my shoes on me, I still could barely move, much less run away.”

Bob: “I can’t believe you’re even thinking about that. You’re a mess. Your makeup is smudged. There are wet spots at your underarms. Your shirttail is half out. Your stockings are wrinkled. And when we leave and I gag you, you will be drooling. Tell you what. When my assistant gets up here, I’m gonna have her try on your stupid shoes, and if they fit I’m gonna give them to her. No shoes for you. Anything else bothering you?”

Bailey is looking at the wet spots on her blouse.: “Well. It’s not my fault. I’m a helpless victim.”

She gives Bob her best helpless victim expression while thrusting out her shapely tits and extending her long, bound legs. She points her toes. She wriggles against all the ropes for a moment.

Bob: “Oh boy. Well I’m putting Tandy in charge of you. She’s bisexual. She’ll have fun with you.”

Bailey strains against the ropes in a desperate spasm: “Fun? Is sexual assault FUN? You can’t let her do that.”

Bailey looks embarrassed and is blushing a deep, deep red.

Bob: “Didn’t mean that. She’ll enjoy having her very own captive is all. Of course she’ll be happy to do to you whatever she likes. Simmer down. You are so emotional.”

Bailey: “I guess. I’m feeling super helpless I have to say. I’m not bored though. How long are you guys going to keep me?”

Bob: “Only a day or two at most. We have to let the hysteria die down. Of course the best-case scenario is that I kill this shithead and nobody even reports it. It depends on if any civilians happen to see blood. If I have to shoot him in the street, we will have quite the clusterfuck down there. Just a couple of days at most.”

Bailey: “That’s a long time to be tied up though.”

Bob: “Don’t worry. You’ll be untied most of the time. We might cuff your hands and feet. We’ll have fun. We’ll drink and smoke and eat. We’ll watch the news. We’ll take showers. Tandy and I will tie you up and then we’ll do some fucking so you can watch. It’s a shame we can’t trust you. I think you’re pretty brave. I’ve kidnapped women before in similar circumstances, and fuck me, they whine and cry and beg and plead. Sometimes I think they’re really into the whole thing. But talk about annoying.

But, it will be an interesting and informative experience for you. In a couple of days we’ll cut you loose and away you’ll go. If you take the police to the place where you were held, all they’ll find is a deserted old house. I am impossible to find. If I AM ever caught, it will end in death. I will never be taken.”

Bailey: “I still think you’re going to kill me.”

Bob: “It’s impressive that you’re so calm about it. But we won’t. Nothing bad will happen to you, as I’ve said over and over and over and over.”

Bob stares down at the street. Bailey moves her whole body in a writhing attempt to adjust the ropes holding her so tight. She looks at Bob and licks her lips.

Bailey: “What do you keep looking at down there?”

Bob: “Tandy is down there. But she just left. She’s coming up.”

Almost immediately Bob’s phone rings.

Bob: “Hey. Yes. If you could. Just a quick walk on each floor. If you see anybody just do what you need to do. Cool.”

Bailey wriggles around to that she’s sideways in the chair. She is looking at Bob with a laser-like intensity.

Bailey: “So why do you dress like you do? Is it calculated or do you just throw on whatever?”

Bob: “When I’m on a job I try to dress like the worst people in the neighborhood. I try to appear like one of the underclass. An inoffensive, inadequate jerk.”

Bailey: “Ha ha ha ha. Well you’ve failed. Anyone who looks at you would think ‘murderer’ or at best ‘psycho.’ It scares me just to look at you. And look what you’ve DONE to me. Oh My God, who ties people up so they can’t even move?”

Bob: “Like you’ve got so much experience. When people see me on the street they always look away. Even cops. Here, have a drink.”

Bob holds out the Jameson and Bailey gurgles down quite a bit. She makes a horrible face and her body twists against her bonds. Her bound stocking feet go flat against the front of the chair with a smacking noise.

Bailey: “Whew. Oh man!”

At this point the hall door opens and in rushes a very pretty girl of about 18 or 19. She is about 5-foot, 5-inches tall and is very fit. She is the opposite of skinny while being very firm and shapely looking. Her face is round like an angel’s, and her hair is very long and blonde. But today it is in two long braids that fall down to her tits.

She is wearing a thin, floral-print dress that is low-cut at the bosom, and is mid-calf in length. She is wearing thin, white ankle socks and brown, mid-heeled, lace-up oxfords. She is carrying a large canvas tote bag. She looks like an extremely intense sort of angel who is in a very great hurry.

Bob looks at her admiringly.

Bob: “Hey Tandy. Go in the bedroom. Try on those shoes on the floor. If they fit, they’re yours. We’re stealing them from this gal. My present to you. Also, bring me that long white cloth that’s draped over the headboard.”

Tandy: “Sure thing chief.”

Bailey: “Chief? Really?”

Bob: “Her idea. She also refers to me as ‘sir’ most of the time. She has a good deal with me, and she knows it. Try to hide your contempt. You do NOT want to piss her off.”

Bailey: “Those shoes cost $100 dollars.”

Bob: “If they fit, they’re hers.”

Tandy comes clicking into the room wearing Bailey’s hundred-dollar shoes. In one hand she carries her socks and oxfords. In the other she has the white cloth. She assumes several modeling poses while looking at Bob and smiling brightly.

Tandy: “They fit just right. I feel so sexy. Why is she tied up and then not gagged? I don’t understand sir.”

Bob: “She is tied up because she wasn’t supposed to be in our kill room. She is a realtor. She was assessing this ancient building. We have been drinking and smoking to keep dull care at bay. We officially like her, but as a civilian who might go screaming to the authorities, we need to keep her all tied up for a while. She doesn’t appear to be too upset by this.

She is now your responsibility. You should gag her right now. I’m going to kill this guy in a few seconds and then things will start to move very fast. Just as we rehearsed.”

Tandy: “You. Open your mouth wide.”

Bailey: “Fuck you.”

Bob: “Do as you’re told. As I said. You have no influence over events. I feel like slapping you as it is. Don’t EVER be rude to her.”

Bailey rolls her eyes and opens her mouth as wide as it will go. Her mouth is immediately filled with a thickness of white cloth wound several times around her head. Tandy ties the cloth at the back of her head. Tightly.

Bailey’s cheeks and lips bulge out over her gag. She glares at Tandy. Tandy smiles and pats Bailey on her head and says, “There there.”

Tandy: “I love these shoes. I love it that we stole them.”

Bob is totally focused on the street below. He gives Tandy a look, and Tandy raises the blinds and opens the lower half of the window. Bob then raises the rifle to his shoulder and glues his eye to the telescopic sight. Then he fires off half the 30-round clip.

A rapid series of metallic percussions make Bailey involuntarily try a serious attempt to get untied. She looks astounded to find that she is still tied up. She emits a muffled series of squealing sounds.

Bob steps back from the window, throws the rifle to Tandy, picks up Bailey, throws her over his shoulder with her face hanging down his back.

They run out of the apartment, and move quickly down the back stairs to the basement. There they find an old windowless van that says “Precision Service Inc.” on the side. Tandy throws everything she’s been carrying into the back. Bob lowers the bound and gagged Bailey onto an old mattress on the floor of the van.

Tandy sits on the mattress next to Bailey and grins at her as if to say, “Wow this is so fun!”

Bailey looks back at Tandy in total bewilderment.

During the long drive, Tandy talks to Bailey in a whisper.

Tandy: “I can tell you’re excited. He’s SO sexy I can’t get over it.”

Bailey: “I iv ee phi oo uph?”

Tandy: “Don’t bother. I can’t understand a word. We gagged you so you wouldn’t yell out at stop lights. You look great by the way. I really like it that you’re kind of sweaty. We’ll talk more later. Ha ha. You’re drooling a little. Cool.”

Bailey rolls her eyes and sighs. Tandy moves around until she is comfortable. She looks at Bob and shoots him a bird. He shoots one back. They laugh.

Finally they pull into a garage that is attached to a house in an old 1950s suburb. The side door of the van flies open. Tandy watches as Bob grabs Bailey, flings her over his shoulder and takes her into the house. We hear muffled protests.

Tandy follows him into the house.

Bob: “OK, she’s all yours for a couple of days. She’s still tied up. In the bedroom. What do you make of her so far?”

Bob helps Tandy to a cigarette and a drink.

Tandy: “Well, she’s tough enough. She’s not really scared that much. I suspect she’s a little aroused by being tied up by the likes of you. As you know, that’s surprisingly common if there’s not a high level of fear.”

The scene shifts to the bedroom where we find Bailey still tied and gagged lying on the bed on her side; her head on a pillow. Her eyes are looking up and down, side to side. Her bound hands are slowly opening and closing behind her back. Her bound, stocking feet are alternately pointing and then relaxing. She seems somewhat sweaty and disheveled.

When she hears the light clicking of women’s shoes on the hall (her $100 flats), Bailey involuntarily struggles as her body again forgets it is tied and tries to get off the bed and walk to the door.

In walks Tandy. She helps Bailey to sit up, then sits on the floor in front of her and begins untying her feet.

Tandy: “God damned these knots are tight.”

Bailey: “A ow uh hag phurph!”

Tandy: “You are really well gagged.”

Baily: “AMVEE!!??”

Tandy: “What is it? Oh. Wait. Sorry.”

Tandy ungags Bailey.

Bailey: “Whew.”

Tandy: “Was that bothering you a lot?”

Bailey: “Not particularly. I just felt it was time to be understood.”

Tandy giggles and goes to work, and has Bailey untied. They have beers. They smoke weed. They talk.

Tandy: “So be honest now. You can’t fool me. When did you first notice that being kidnapped and tied by a scary man made you excited.”

Bailey: “Bob told me to hold still and put my hands behind my back because quote, ‘I need to tie you up a little.’ I was very, very frightened, but he had tried to be somewhat reassuring you know, so I wasn’t deathly afraid.

But anyway, he put the rope around my wrists. It was pretty snug, but didn’t hurt or anything. But when I felt him finish tying the knot I got so horny for a second I thought I might faint.

Then he made me get up on the bed. First he took off my shoes. That made me crazy. I know I was blushing like mad. I couldn’t even look when he was tying my feet together. While he was winding the rope his hand kept sort of lightly brushing my legs and feet. He might as well have been stroking my pussy.

Initially I was gagged, and then he left me tied up on the bed. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and exposed. Completely helpless. I would have rubbed one out right then and there, but of course I couldn’t use my hands. Bob is very good at tying a person up. At one point he came in and took the gag out to ask me a question about who else might be in the building.

When I told him, he just left me again, all tied up, but he didn’t seem to remember the gag.

And that’s it really. I’ve been amazingly aroused all day and completely unable to do anything about it.”

Tandy: “Well, as long as you’re in this room we can leave you untied. There are bars on the windows and the door has two deadlocks and a bolt. But if I feel I need to tie you up, then I don’t want any crap out of you. Understood?”

Bailey: “No crap. I’m very happy to meet you by the way. You’re kind of more fun than Bob.

When I’ve just been sitting tied and gagged though, I get into a sort of meditative state deep inside my head. I’m profoundly excited and interested, but I’m also super relaxed. I guess if your body is helpless then your mind has to compensate.”

Tandy: “I’ve never heard it put better. But anyway, I’m gonna need you to take off all your clothes. They’ll be professionally cleaned and given back to you when we let you go. Don’t even look at the shoes.”

Bailey: “What will I wear though? I can’t just sit around here naked. I don’t want to.”

Tandy: “In that closet you will find a selection of slips, stockings and nightgowns. I’m sure you can make do. It’s an order anyway. A direct order.”

Bailey blushes and removes every stitch. Tandy puts everything in a tote bag and waves as she leaves the room with Bailey standing there totally naked.

We next see Bailey looking at herself in a full-length mirror. She has on sheer white stockings and a simple satin slip that falls halfway down her firm, shapely calves. She also appears to have bathed and washed her hair. It is still damp and frazzled.

We hear a gentle knocking at the door.

Tandy: “Hey. I want you to come over to the door, turn around and put your hands behind your back. Tell me when you’ve done that.”

Bailey positions herself, looks at the ceiling and yells: “OK. What next I don’t wonder.”

Tandy unbolts the door and begins tying Bailey’s hands together behind her back. Wrists crossed. When the knot is tied, Bailey looks shy and demure.

Tandy: “Bob’s off taking care of some business, so if you and I are together or if you are out of the room you have to be tied up so you don’t get away.”

Bailey: “I guess that’s at least a part of it, huh?”

The both giggle. Tandy steers Bailey into a very nice living room with a bar, huge TV, nice old couches and chairs.

Bailey: “So this is where the bad man lives?”

Tandy: “No we just keep this place as a kind of alternate hideout. We also bring kidnapped girls like you here. Oh, by the way, find somewhere to sit where you can see the TV.”

Bailey sits on the couch while Tandy sits on the floor with Bailey’s feet in her lap and begins tying them together.

Tandy: “So, Miss Bailey, is it just as exciting when I tie you up as it is with Bad Bob?”

Bailey: “It’s different. The fact that I have no choice in the matter is very thrilling to me regardless. But with you it’s more fun. With Bob there is so much menace. It just rolls off him in waves. There is fear there. Real fear. But I trust his integrity, and would like it very much if he would slip his Womb Raider in the relevant place.

But right this second, I’m totally in love with you. I can barely stand the intensity and the fact that I can’t even touch myself.”

Tandy: “Maybe I’ll help you with that later, but first I want to show you something. Here’s the news coverage of Bob’s little outrage yesterday. The news guys don’t know what to make of it.”

Tandy brings Bailey a glass of some kind of mixed drink with a straw in it. She puts it on an end table where Bailey can lean over and reach it with her mouth without too much struggle.

Tandy has one too. Without a straw.

Tandy: “Hahahahahaha. WOMB RAIDER!? You said WOMB RAIDER! I just caught it. Bad Bob does have a very useful one. Goldilocks would say it is just right when fully enraged.”

They watch the bloody aftermath of Bob’s assault on one of the major organized crime figures in the world.

Bailey: “Did he mean to kill all the guys’ goons too?”

Tandy: “Not especially. He did that as a bonus. And for fun. And to keep people looking for us to a minimum. Not like they didn’t deserve it. Bob does have a highly developed sense of fun though. Hard to see it.”

Bailey forgets she is tied again, and her body moves around in a confusing manner until it is brought to its senses by the snug ropes. She rubs her bound, stocking feet back and forth on the carpet, and twists her arms and shoulders. Tandy sneaks a lascivious look.

Bailey: “Bob mentioned that he ‘owns’ you. Can that be?”

Tandy: “It is true. He bought me from a man who was mistreating me. He had bought me from a group home. Once he got me safely away, Bob went back and killed him. So now Bob owns me. If I tried to leave without his permission either he or one of several of his friends would locate me, snatch me off the street, put me in shackles or ropes and deliver me back to Bob.”

Bailey: “Would he punish you?”

Tandy: “No, no. He’d just keep me chained or tied for a week or so. That’s always an exciting time. I’ll disobey him or run away just so they can recapture me. I make it pretty easy though. Usually I’ll just get a hotel room, lounge by the pool, hang around the bar, watch TV and wait for it to happen. The anticipation is insane.

I’ve been delivered back to Bob several different ways. I’ve been left on his doorstep in super tight manacles and shackles, ropes and gags, mummified in tape, and one guy who is into the dungeon scene delivered me in some extremely restricting leather straps that were made especially for bondage play. I couldn’t move at all, and I was gagged with a ball that made me drool all over myself. I actually saw Bob smile at that one. He laughed and said, ’See what happens?’”

Bailey: “What if you really wanted to leave?”

Tandy: “I would approach Bob openly like friends should do, and we would figure it out. But I’m not leaving him. He’s made me independently wealthy. He’s going to give me children. He’s taught me how not to be a prey animal.”

Bailey: “I guess I’m a prey animal.”

Tandy: “Yeah, you’re only allowed to wear underwear. You’re not allowed to leave. You’re not allowed to have shoes. We are both definitely going to touch you in special places whether you like it or not. And finally whenever we feel like we need or want to, we’ll tie you up. Just like now. You can’t even pick up a drink. You can’t even get up and walk to the kitchen or the bathroom. You can’t even pick your cute, stupid nose. It’s all very exciting.”

Bailey: “I’ll be sort of sorry when it’s all over.”

Tandy: “I think we’ll make an exception in your case and continue our association. If you’d like.

Anyway, Bob is going to offer you a chance to work with us. You’ll make LOTS of money. He’ll give you the details right before we let you go. It’s a ‘consultant’ position with Bob’s real company. It fits in with your work as a realtor.”

Bailey blushes her usual deep red, and gently struggles against the ropes that bind her.

Bailey: “Wow, that sounds like a fascinating and attractive offer. Does this mean I get my shoes back?”

Tandy: “No. We stole those fair and square. I might let you borrow them today. You can walk around here with just your hands tied. Don’t bring it up again or I’ll strip you naked and gag you.”

Bailey: “I better get an orgasm out of this.”

Tandy: “I’ll be the judge of that.”

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