Previously posted in 2 parts in March, now available as a full version at discounted rate.

I wake up and find myself cleave-gagged with my ankles and legs secured tightly together with 3 different ropes, my wrists bound behind my back and a chest harness to hold my arms back and my tits made bigger. I instantly start moaning and mphhing thru my gag and testing the restraints. My light bl*e silk blouse glistens in the light as the rope really pops from over top my thick bl*e tights. My skirt rides up my legs as well. I struggle on the chair, doing all i can to struggle in every way possible a damsel can on the chair. My brand new pair of ankle strap high-heels barely can move as I try to loosen my ankle ropes. I get frustrated since nothing is loosening if not getting tighter with my struggling. I carefully stand up but proves to be unsafe. I protest through my gag as I work the chair even more. I gather the courage to stand again and slowly make my way to the door with a worried look on my face and sincere gag talk and noises as I do not want to fall. I finally make it to the door but it is locked as I am very disappointed but don't give up. I make my way back to the chair of safety altho still bound...there is only one thing left to do and that is to safely make it to the floor to see if the ropes will loosen then.

Now its time to get serious and get safely to the floor and try to get these ropes loose so I can get out of this warehouse looking place. I mpphh thru my gag with a very worried look in my eyes as i plop to the floor trying not to hurt myself with my already hurt freedom of movement. I kick my legs up, around and try to move my arms to no avail. I eventually see a phone on the table so I make my way to it and maneuver my high-heels to knock it to the ground. Now lets see if i can c*ll for help with my nose. Wow, it works but who can i c*ll that may understand my gag-talk and my peril I am in. I c*ll the 1 person I trust to help as you hear the phone ringing and then you hear the voicemail pick up and I cry out in frustration. There is nothing I can do but struggle around the floor some more. You do get a great view of my bound legs, chest and everything in between as I work up a sweat. I bend over the chair to take a rest but giving you a great view of my thick tights covered *ss as my skirt has risen up exposing all my thighs. I eventually struggle to the metal wall unable to get 1 rope loose or the cleave-gag off and out of my mouth as I just beg you to help me. Please be my hero and help a damsel out!

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