Restraining Order

Strapped in Place

Hello, it's me again, Helena, I guess my story won't end so soon...

If I remember correctly, I was going for a dramatic escape from this predicament, only to fall short along the way.

Well, my situation at that time wasn't particularly ideal for the plan anyway. I guess I was pretty reckless.

I faded out of exhaustion from the attempt, and now I'm back from where I started.

Or did I...?

The bed felt awfully comfortable and expensive, like it was so different from the one I was confined in earlier.

And it's so dark, I can't see anything at all.

Wait, is it just me, or is there something covering my eyes?

Ok, I get it, I'm blindfolded now as well. My wrists and ankles are still tied and my mouth gagged.

This is a good way to keep your hostage from escaping, I thought. Now it's really going to be a challenge.

And then I started to notice my wrists were literally tied with my ankles together.

I'm bound like a roast pig in this position!

I struggled, and now it hurts even more than my previous restraints.

I can barely move an inch in this situation, but deep in my mind, there is this lingering thought that I should just accept this, and enjoy this experience.

OK, what am I thinking!? I am a strong, independent woman, there is no way that I should allow myself to get disrespected this way.

If I ever get out of this, whoever had the bright idea to put me in this situation....

I will, I will...

Wait, that sounded like a door opening behind me.

Then loud footsteps followed. Was this the same woman who chased me earlier? I remember seeing her wearing really high heels during our encounter.

After that, I heard some loud thud on the bed, like something heavy was thrown over it. Or did she jump onto the bed for whatever reason?

My chest kept thumping, what's going to happen now?

Then loud footsteps once again, and the sound of the door being closed thereafter.

Now, I have got really curious, so what exactly is on the bed with me?

Is it the ransom money for my release or something?

Then I remembered that I don't have that much dough on my name, so screw that.

Maybe it's a body...

Now I'm starting to feel nervous.

Up until, I felt there was something shifting and moving on the bed with me.

So I guess, this isn't what I thought it was, thank goodness.

But what else could it be, a person I think?

These are dedicated kidnappers, I can tell.

Wait, if this is another abductee, could this be Sylvia?

From being nervous, I started feeling excited for once.

Now is your chance, Helena. Go for the kill.

That's easier said than done, being in this position and all.

But maybe I could remove my blindfold if I tried hard enough.

So I did, after a few moments of rubbing my face on the bed, it just came off.

But what came to my attention first and foremost, was the room.

It was much smaller than the room I was previously confined in, but it looked more refined and had more stuff inside, like expensive furniture and appliances.

But then I looked ahead and saw who I was really with all this time.

She was also tied up, her wrists, ankles, and also almost all of her limbs with a ludicrous amount of ropes. Like me, she was also gagged, but it was with a strap of leather that had a ball in the middle. She was also blindfolded in the same way as I was.

Through all that, though, I knew who it was. I can tell from the clothes alone.

It was Sylvia.

Despite her face being half covered in leather, I will always recognize who that is.

She actually looks great even in that state, she really is something else, isn't she?

But something came upon me; wait is this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

So I started to crawl on my belly towards her.

Yes it was hard and painful, but I was not going to miss my chance.

So I tried to inch even faster, harder.

Wait for me, my love, I thought to myself.

And as I came closer, I began to smell her perfume, that scent was really nice.

This is it, this is what I have been waiting for all my life!

Just a few moments away...

And then the door behind me flung open.

That struck me, and then came the realization.

Oh no, I got caught.

I turned around and saw that woman staring at me intently.

Please, don't take me away yet, I said to myself.

I just need to...

Then I heard her approach, her heels clacked as she stepped closer to the bed we were on.

I began to plead under my gag, and kept trashing and struggling against my restraints.

No, not this time, please...

Tears started rolling down my cheeks, I was so close.

Suddenly, I felt something caress my legs. I panicked at first, but it felt strangely comforting afterward.

She then moved on to my arms, and then she placed her hand on top of my head.

It's strange, I know it should make me feel anxious, but I felt safe instead.

I looked at Sylvia, and now I began to notice.

She was sleeping like a baby.

It's weird how she can stay that calm in that situation, if I know she might be enjoying it.

What was that now?

"Babygirl", the woman finally spoke, "do you know why you are here right now?"

Well, beats me, I thought, I haven't got a clue.

"Actually, you're here because you need to be punished for being naughty these last few weeks," she said seductively.

Ok, I'll admit that was on me, but I don't think being kidnapped is the way to teach someone a lesson about behaving properly.

"So I guess we have to move on with the next step. Are you ready?"

Now my heart started racing, then I looked at Sylvia.

Grim thoughts flooded my mind; am I going to see her again? What's going to happen to me?

Then I remembered what I saw in that hallway. Oh no, is that what it is?

I started struggling harder.

Then the woman pulled my hair, the pain stopped me from trashing over the bed.

"Excited aren't we?," she said, "I guess it's time to go."

And with that, she quickly put the blindfold over my eyes once again and hoisted me on her shoulder. That's some impressive upper body strength for a woman, I thought.

But deep inside, I was completely hysterical by then. Where am I going? What is going to happen to me?

Will I ever see Sylvia again?

As my mind raced in anxiety, I felt myself being carried to a place far away from the room Slvia is currently confined in. We were climbing up and down stairs, turning left and right across the house. This place seems to be much larger than I initially thought, it feels most like a labyrinth of some sort.

And then we stopped, and now my heart was pounding.

She placed me on another bed, and then unhooked the binds that held my wrists and ankles together, but I was still tied up nonetheless.

Then I felt her strapping me on the bed itself.

Now I'm feeling hysterical. Am I actually in a torture chamber?

After she finished lashing me completely on the bed, there was silence.

I started to weep underneath my blindfold, but I know it's useless now.

So I awaited my fate.

This is it. Or was it?

A few minutes later, I felt something touching my sides.

Wait I said, I'm ticklish over there, please stop!

I started flopping around like a fish in restraints.

But the tickling got harder, I began to kick and twist as hard as I could.

The more I resisted, the more it persisted.

How embarrassing I thought, this shouldn't be happening to me.

I am a strong, independent woman....

But this feels so right.

I should give in sometimes. There's nothing wrong with it.

I can still be who I am after all this.

This session went for a few hours, but it felt like forever for me.

What is this sensation?

Whatever it is, it made me relax for the first time ever, and the exhaustion from all that struggling is making me fall asleep.

No, not again, I thought.

I kind of, feeling it now...

Sylvia.