801 Sandra Silvers
19 photos; 9:03 video
June 8, 2010
I'm being held captive in a run-down motel. Tied tightly to a chair wearing a summer dress and open-toed shoes, cleave gag between my teeth, I struggle furiously while my captor is away. Before he left he told me not to move. But left all by myself I notice a tiny widow on the wall with the ugly curtains drawn, I think maybe I can reach the window and call for help. Shuffling over to the window still attached tot he chair, I try to push the curtain aside to better assess my situation when the curtain, rod and all, falls to the floor! He's going to know I've been trying to escape!
...When he returns, I'm asleep. He sees the fallen window treatments and gets angry. I awaken and plead through my gag that I'm sorry, but it falls on deaf ears. To make sure I don't try that again, he adds more rope to my situation. A stern length is added to my already tied ankles and pulls my feet back, under the chair and is attached to my shoulders keeping me tightly bound like a longbow. I certainly wont be hopping anywhere now. Then he surprises me with what I think is kindness. He stands behind me and removes the cloth gag from between my teeth. I thanks him for that and promise I'll be quiet. But the illusion of charity is shattered when he wads up the whole cloth and packs it deep into my mouth! Topping it off with olive drab duct tape wrapped right around my head! Unable to move, let alone struggle I am at his mercy when he decides that my dress is unnecessarily obstructing his view. He pulls down my top to add to his amusement as I try, in vain, to maintain some semblance of dignity or perhaps try to charm him into rethinking his plans for me...