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Let me start of the story by explaining my self. My name is Michael and I live in my own apartment in New York, but at the time of this story I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. When I say wealthy, I mean everyone has a bug, expensive house, a nice car, and lots of toys to go along with it. This story takes place when I was in middle school. I was part of a friend group with lots of people. My good friend Shawn's parents were always out of town on business. Shawn is the youngest of 5 children in his family. His older sibling would stay home and watch him and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. One day Sean and I were hanging out at my one friends house playing video games like we usually did. The friends house we were at had some crazy parents though. They were always fighting. We could here them arguing from across the house. It was so irritating so we decided to leave with all of our friends. Once we left we began to discuss what we would do now. Shawn said that no one was at his house but he wasn't allowed to go their with out his older sister their, who had stuff planned all day. We decided that we would go their and chill and leave right before his sister got home. We arrived at his house and immediately went into his basement where his flat screen tv and video game console were set up. Their was 5 of us down their just playing video games for a little while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. Shawn told me to go use the bathroom in his room in case I made a mess or something like that. Like I was explaining earlier, the houses in our area were not small. I had to walk across his massive house. And as I was nearing his room I heard music and it kind of freaked me out a little bit because no one was supposed to be their. I hesitated for a second and the continued on slowly to see where this music was coming from. I finally reached the room where the source of the music was. The door was wide open. I slowly peaked into the room and saw his sister on the bed. Now before I continue, let me just explain to you Shawn's sister. Her name was Emma and she had recently graduated high school and was going to college in a few months. She was a varsity athlete on the girls Volley ball team. Shes about 5'6 and skinny but now too skinny. I've talked to Emma before, she has a nice and easy going personality. I don't want to get too much into physical detail but she has a somewhat fat ass and nice pair of boobs. She has brown eyes and brown hair. Anyways, as I turned corner into her room, all i saw was her bare belly. She was only in her underwear. At first I was a little startled. But I quietly made my way in. As I walked around the bed she was on, I analyzed her bondage. She had one of those mask ball gag things on so she couldn't see anything. Also the ball gag in her mouth was massive. She probably couldn't even make any noise is she wanted too in that thing. She had belts tightly rapped around her thighs down to her lower legs and had a pair of cuffs on her ankles. Another pair of handcuffs connected her elbows, and another pair on her wrists. She then finished off the hogtie with a final pair of handcuffs. In addition to all of that, Emma had also connected a chain and connected it to the back of her bondage mask and her ankles cuffs and tightened it so her head was stuck looking up. As I slowly crept around the bed, I spotted the key that Emma planted in order to make her escape. And like the bastard I am, I snatched the key. This turned me on so much. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. Me, a sixth grader in middle school, had a senior in high school, varsity Volly ball player tied up in her underwear completely at my mercy. The only possible way for her to get freedom was if I decided that she could have the key. But until then, I owned her. I eventually made my way back downstairs, with the key still with me off course. I played a few rounds of the game we were playing, although I was thinking more about my bound slave rather than the game. I kept thinking about how I should probably go give the key back but i was too turned on to do that. After about 3 hours of playing video games straight i went back up stairs to my captive. When I got up their, I found Emma wiggling around ferociously, looking for the key. Her wiggling around was definitely the hottest thing. She was wiggling so much but barely moving at allI didn't know how long she had been trying to escape either. For all I know, she could have been trying since i took the key and left. I analyzed her body a little bit longer before putting the key back in a place that she would eventually find it. I walked down stairs and we left. Shawn was hurrying us out because he didn't want us to be their when his sister got home. Every time I think back to that it turns me on. I had poor Emma bound for so long.

The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.

My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
Brooke held her phone to her ear, nodding and agreeing with the person on the other line.

"Alright Mrs. Miles, 3 o'clock 'till 8 on Saturday? Okay. I'll see you then!"

Brooke hung up on Martha Miles, as she sat down on her bed. She'd just gotten a call from Martha, asking her to babysit her three children, Thomas, at the age of seven, Kate, who was ten, and Tilly, who was twelve. The seventeen-year-old girl thought she'd struck a goldmine, as Mrs. Miles was paying twenty-five dollars an hour, and she was babysitting for five hours, giving her a total of one-hundred and twenty-five dollars by the end of the day. Brooke grinned, as she texted
  Once again, Annie woke up to the sound of mmphing from beside the bed. She peeked over the edge to find Amanda awake and squirming.
  "Want freedom" Annie asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
  Amanda was enjoying herself too much, so she shook her head.
  "Fine, but keep it down. It's not even 10am yet, and I prefer to sleep on a while on Sundays."
  Amanda understood and quieted down. She could soon make out that her friend was sleeping again.
  "I might as well get some sleep of my own" Amanda thought, making  herself comfortable.
  A few hour
Ana felt half dead as she returned from work late on a Friday. Overtime just before the weekend always sucked, even if getting paid extra helped in the day-to-day economy.
But now it was time for her to relax and just play games and watch some Netflix shows. Maybe at the same time. Even in the young Aussie’s exhausted state, her brain was already trying to concoct the most efficient way to spend her weekend and do just the things she liked.
With her shoes removed and jacket off, the brunette stretched as she stepped further inside her house, wearing dark pantyhose, a knee-length black skirt and a comfy red sweater. And nothing prepared
Black Widow, Martha the Queen of Diamonds and Laura Ferraro (also known as Queen Tefnetis) were once again in the booking area of the Hanover Institute for the Criminally Insane. Their straitjackets had been removed, but they were under the guard of Miru and two nurses.

Head Nurse Riva was there to greet them.

"It's good to see you three back here again," Riva said. She turned to Black Widow. "Veronica, I just wish you would get out of this habit of trying to escape. We are going to make sure you stay here this time."

"Just you try," Veronica muttered.

Riva turned to Martha. "The same for you, Martha. I can't help feeling that Veronica ha
America. the land of the free. Unless you’re a criminal. Or insane. Or an insane criminal. In that case, you get thrown in a cell and stay there until you have changed. Except for the Baroness, that insane criminal escaped her asylum cell because someone on the security team helped her out! And now, no one can find them! That was the turning point for the government: If normal wardens couldn’t be trusted, they’ll just have to use machines. That was why they created the Sanctuary Gardens Mental Asylum, an asylum with a staff only composed of robots, with Doctor Judy Grady as the only human of the facility and the one that wou
Part one:

Bright, early morning sunlight streamed through the open blinds of the window in Carol's bedroom. Suddenly, with a start, the teenage girl sat up in her bed. She'd slept in! Why hadn't her alarm clock woke her up?

As the young woman looked around her room, eyes blinking in the clear, early morning light, she suddenly remembered she had school off today, and had turned off her alarm the night before, so she could sleep in.

Carol lay back down on the bed, trying to decide whether or not she should get up, or try to go back to sleep. Her stomach growled loudly and Caroled realized she was starving. Breakfast it is. She thought.

Car
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i totaly would have done sooo much more with her and played with her :)

“My Daughters Found Me Bound and Gagged”

By: Dear Wendy

April 7, 2014

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It was nearly four when I heard the front door open. My children heard my “mmphs” and found me. I was determined to put up a strong front and tried to sound casual when they got the gag off, but it was an utterly humiliating ten minutes lying on that floor while they worked to get me untied. (They were very loving and comforting the whole time).
I am certainly proud of my girls, but my own pride is totally shot. I spent almost four hours thoroughly bound and gagged in a helpless heap. I couldn’t move, could barely lift my head. I must have looked ridiculous. I don’t want my friends and family to know how embarrassed I felt and still feel about being tied up, but if we go to that get-together it will be a topic of conversation. If I treat it casually, I will feel embarrassed; if I say I’d rather not talk about it, they will all know I’m embarrassed. Of course, if we don’t go, they will probably spend most of the time discussing my “terrible ordeal.” How should I handle Passover, and, more importantly, how do I regain some feeling of dignity? — All Tied Up
I am so sorry for what happened to you, and I’m sorry you feel embarrassed about something traumatic and scary that could have happened to anyone. I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that your family or anyone who cares about you who might ask about how you’re feeling is only concerned for your well-being and would never think you have anything to be embarrassed about. You probably also don’t need me to tell you that having your power stripped from you in such a primal way and then having that lack of power displayed to your young daughters isn’t something you can easily process.
I suspect you probably have a lot of mixed emotions and “embarrassment” is kind of a catch-all phrase for those various reactions. I don’t mean to suggest you DON’T feel embarrassment, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t also feel anger, fear, sadness, relief, and maybe even a desire for revenge. Above all, I bet what you’d really like is to get the sense of power back that was stolen from you — perhaps the most valuable thing the burglars stole. And it’s probably difficult to feel empowered when you know others are thinking about you in a position of such victimization.
I suggest a few things: reporting the crime if you haven’t already and working with the police to give them as many details about the burglars as you can; talking to a professional who specializes in trauma; taking steps to make your home more secure; praising your daughters for their calm and loving response upon finding you in what was probably a very scary scene for them; praising yourself for raising such mature children; taking a self-defense course and/or doing an activity that empowers you physically and mentally (kick-boxing, for example, would be great). These are all things that will help you in the long-term feel good about how you handled/are handling the crime committed against you and that will also remind you that you have much to be proud about.
In regards to Passover with your family, I would think it would give the criminals more power to let them ruin what should be a happy get-together. If you really can’t stand the idea of facing anyone, then don’t go. But this is your family. These are people who love you and want to see that you’re ok. You have zero to feel embarrassed about, and showing up and letting your family see how well you are will only confirm that. If you don’t want to talk about what happened, a simple, “I’d rather focus on this special occasion of being together” should do the trick. I really don’t think people will hear something like that and immediately think you are simply too embarrassed to talk. What they will probably think is that it was a scary, traumatic event that you don’t feel up to re-counting at a family gathering, which is perfectly understandable and reasonable.
Bad things happen to people — even people with charmed lives. Unfortunately, that’s just the reality of the world we live in. You are not the first person who has lived through this kind of trauma and you won’t be the last. The good news about that is there are plenty of people who are trained and experienced in ways to help you. I hope you won’t let your pride keep you from getting that help, especially since you now have the power to help others through the actions you decide to take.
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I’m not sure why but something seems “off” about this letter.
Why is there no mention of a husband besides “happily married”?
Maybe the husband was on a business trip. Maybe he was visiting family. Maybe he’s deployed. Maybe she’s just too embarrassed to tell him about it since she seems embarrassed by this whole thing. There are plenty of possible scenarios.
Was this voluntary? Nowhere does the author indicate who tied her up or whether it was consensual. Something here doesn’t pass the smell test.

lets_be_honest
April 7, 2014, 11:03 am

So I completely understand the feeling of embarrassment after people seeing you with no power or control, especially the people you want to show that you are empowered usually, like your daughters. Its surprising so many of you guys think this is fake because of that. I’m glad TA touched on why its a common reaction.
I wouldn’t say that embarrassment is unlikely, but I do think the relative levity is unusual.
It’s just the tone I take from it. I know most people disagree, and honestly, I wouldn’t have even express my opinion it if there weren’t two similarly written letters posted online last month about different but similar situations.
Sure, I get that and maybe I’m wrong but it just feels… okay, I’ll say it. It feels a little bit like a fantasy to me. Maybe I misread it but considering others have pointed out some other faults, I’m going to stand by it being not truthful. Sorry.
Actually that’s extremely common to be embarrassed when you’ve been dominated in front of your children. I’m not going to go into reasons for it because I don’t want to bring up anything if she hasn’t already thought of it, but seriously, very common and very real. I would be pretty surprised if she didn’t feel that way.

lets_be_honest
April 7, 2014, 11:14 am

Yes, especially because it was in front of her children! You want to be this strong, power
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