Elizabeth Gillies had never been tied up so tightly in her life. Of course, she’d seen her fair share of bondage play with various ex boyfriends, but nothing like this. The last thing she remembered was flirting with some guy at a party, and then nothing.

Now here she was; stripped down to just her underwear and translucent tan pantyhose, her 6 inch black platform heels removed and discarded beside her. She was bound with rope at the wrists, elbows (which looped around above and below her pleasantly sized breasts), and ankles. She was hogtied too, so her wrists were almost touching her high arched, hosed feet with deep midnight blue painted toes. Beneath her chin lay a pool of drool – courtesy of the huge 2.5 inch chinstrap, pink rubber ballgag that had been fastened on her so very tightly.

“HWWWP!” she mewled. “MMPH! FUHHH! HWPP PWEEHHH!” Elizabeth struggled so vigourously, wiggling her cute feet back and forth, but it was no use. She was going nowhere.

Suddenly a door opened, letting light into the barely lit cellar in which she was being held.

“Hey, Lizzy... Ready to get fucked?”