Now that you are my bound captive", she said, in a voice loud enough for Sarah to hear through the layers of muffling silk, "let me explain a little more about your predicament, because I am sure that someone of your youth and innocence has only ever heard of the white slave trade in history books. Let me assure you that the trade is very much alive and well - I am living testament to that. There are still many rich men in far away countries who keep female slaves for their own perverted pleasure and will pay handsomely for young, nubile, white girls of your age". Bayless gazed suspiciously at Kat. He was about to say something but Kat stopped him with a sharp look. She could swear she detected a hint of wry satisfaction in his eyes. She would deal with Bayless later and in private.

Look, whatever it is you want, just take it, I can’t stop you,” Paula said as a tear started to fall down her cheek, but there was still silence as the Doll walked and stood in front of her, before pointing to the bed. Slowly, Paula walked over and sat down, watching as the masked woman took the second length of rope, and bound her legs together, the brown rope rubbing on the leather and making a squeaking noise, as did her boots as she tried to move her legs once the rope was tied. Now, Wendy, let's keep you amused for a few hours," his mother said. "I expect you are going to have a couple of dozen orgasms while I play with those lovely breasts."Cindy was wearing a white bustier like top that was laced together up the front between her ample breasts. It provided barely more coverage than a bra, as her abs and belly button were completely bared by the short top. The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin and you could clearly see her nipples through the thin material. She wasn't even wearing a bra! Her elastic pull on shorts were made of a thin white nylon mesh and barely covered her ass cheeks as she walked. The material was so thin that if you looked closely enough you could easily make out the fact that her bikini panties underneath were bright pink. The other robber looked about the small office. He spotted several cleaning products on a shelf, along with some crumpled rags. He grabbed one of the rags and tossed it at the Hispanic robber. Adding to her frustration was the fact that she could do nothing to at least salvage some of her dignity by pulling up her panties and tugging her skirt down to a modest length. Whoever found her would no doubt get an eye-full. Kat hoped and prayed their rescuer was a woman. That had been more than two hours ago, and now it appeared that Kat and her bondage companion were going to spend the entire night bound and gagged until someone found and released them. That disconcerting thought sent a wave of anxiety through Kat. She shuddered at the thought of someone, especially a man, finding her tied up and gagged with her skirt hiked up around her waist and her panties down around her thighs! No, she wasn't imagining it! Someone was calling for her! The voice sounded vaguely familiar and definitely male.

I had the traumatic experience of being bound and gagged in my own home, in the context of a home invasion robbery. On that horrible day, it had been pouring rain continually. On my way in to my carport, I noticed a car parked in front of the townhouse next door to mine. There appeared to be a person in it. There was a local realtor's logo on the car door. I thought nothing of this because I knew that this particular townhouse was for sale. I saw the frown on her face and I could tell that the guys were going to have to stay away longer. I didn't pay any attention to the rest of the conversation. I was too depressed. I slumped down on the sofa and cried. I missed Brian a lot. Kat braced herself as she pushed the door open. She stepped inside a small office. A desk and chair barely fit at the far end of the room. Above the desk were several shelves containing office supplies and cleaning products.Oh my - now this is good,” Mary said as she looked up. “I guess you’re going to gag me – please, make sure I can’t call out or escape.”

Who are you,” Paula whispered, but there was no reply, just the blank white mask as she watched the woman place two coils of rope and a pale blue bandana on the bed. She then pointed at Paula, before making a twirling motion with her gloved finger.As the men carried my belongings out, one of them handed the woman a roll of duct tape. He said, "Fix her gag so we're sure she stays quiet after we go. And get her hogtied good and tight".