Continued…
I waited for what seemed like forever struggling to move and to shout for help, but I was completely immobile.
I was very angry now and I was thinking what I could do-1 answer for that, nothing.
She finally came back out, I was part relieved, part terrified.
I noticed she was carrying another bag this time, and she dropped it on the ground in front of me.
She said to me “do you want out?” and I nodded.
She took the scissors again and cut the zip ties and replaced them with a strong belt before I could do anything.
She then reached into her bag and took out a feather and gave me a look that made me almost want to scream, as
I instantly knew what she was going to do, tickling.
I let out a muffled noise which was supposed to be “oh my god…” and I sighed.
She started tickling my feet after taking off my shoes, and it wasn’t too bad, but then she moved to my face, and that was torture, I could barely breath and I couldn’t do anything about it I tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled noise, barley anything, then she stopped.
I caught my breath back and she looked at me
She said, “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
And I shook my head left and right
Then she said “too bad” and she reached into her bag
She took out a cats collar and that really surprised me. I can’t remember every detail, but I am pretty sure it was a red leather collar; she put it around my neck, then took a small padlock and locked the buckle
I turned as much as I could to keep her from putting it on, but it didn’t work, she locked it on, I felt so helpless, it was scaring me.
She tied a rope to the collar and cut the tape off my legs, then removed the belt. She then
Removed the belt holding my hands up and pulled on the rope.
She pulled me all the way to her door and brought me inside.
Once inside there was a long hallway with a staircase at the end. She led me
Down there to what I guessed was their basement.
It appeared as though nobody but her was home.
When downstairs, I attempted to run back up, but was stopped by the collar.
She then pulled me over to a bench and said, “You are a bad pet” and pushed me down onto the bench. She then tied me onto the bench with ropes and made sure it was secure.
I could not turn my head well but when I did I saw her take off her belt and that struck terror into my mind. She lowered my shorts and I closed my eyes as she hit me. After she hit me about 3 times (I wasn’t counting) I heard a ringing noise and she went upstairs. I was guessing it was the phone. I noticed one of the ropes keeping my right arm down was loose…. Maybe if I could get it out then….
To Be Continued…
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