I am an undercover newspaper reporter trying to get the scoop on a seemingly good company that is secretly dealing in sl*very for other countries.

I have managed to get a job interview and the clip starts with me arriving just outside the door. Before I go in I must remember to turn on my recorder on your phone, hopefully I can ask the right questions to get the answers you need.

I am wearing a white shirt and a bl*ck micro skirt with the lace white panties underneath. I figured this outfit would be distracting and you would likely say things unknowingly.

I walk in and tell you that I am here to be interviewed. I walk over to a chair and move it over, making sure you see me walking. I introduce myself, closing my legs slowly making sure you get a pantie peek. I express how much I would love to work for this company and will do whatever it takes to get this job and move up.

You seem to think I would be a great asset to the company and ask if I would come by your house tonight to go over the necessary paperwork.

I am a l*ttle concerned about this but I really need this scoop so I reluctantly agree. You ask if I would wear the same outfit when I come over. I of course agree, delighted that my plan seems to have worked. I get up and leave the room.

I am now outside the door, I need to get the story and my career will be made big time. I am outside your home door, wearing the same outfit and I turn on my recorder again. All I need to do is remain calm and get this done.

I knock on the door and you quickly let me in. I walk in and you tell me to head up the stairs. All the paperwork is up there. I head up with you following close behind. I know you are getting a great view of my panties as I head up the stairs. I head over to a seat and pick up the papers to quickly scan over them. You politely ask if I would like a drink and go to get me one.

You come back with a glass of water and I take a few sips and I continue to read. After a few seconds I put the papers and glass down and ask you about the shady rumour I have heard about the company. Are they all true?

You assure me that they aren't true but suddenly I feel very drowsy. I can't stay awake and I slump in my seat. You take this chance to get a closer look at me as I lowly, I wake up and find myself hogties on the floor. I am still wearing all my clothes but I am very confused. You say you know who I am and I will be your next victim.

Please I’m not who you think I am, but it's no good you leave me to struggle on the floor. I roll around, struggling, moaning trying to get loose. As I move around my tiny skirt slips up and fully reveals my white panties. I open and wiggle as much as I can trying to get free.

Finally I manage to get loose and go to check my phone. Yes it’s still recording, but I need more info. You come back into the room.

Yes I got free and I’m going to leave!

My hands go up. You tell you to strip down to my panties. Seeing no other option I do as I am told. I then get told to grab a chair and place it in the corner. As I am walking you make sure to admire my *ss as I walk. I sit on the chair, now what?

I am next shown tied to the chair, my hands are tied behind and my legs are tied apart at the ankles to the legs of the chair. I struggle, asking you why you are doing this?

You says you are so beautiful and will look very nice as a sl*ve for my client.

So the rumours about this company must be true. He will pay for this!

I am now shown cleave gagged with a white cloth. I must get loose again and get out of here. I have enough evidence now to write my story. I struggled and tried to c*ll for help but even the l*ttle gag makes it ineffective.

After a while of trying I manage to loosen the rope and get free. Again I check my phone, yes it’s still recording. Now I quickly c*ll the cops, he needs to go to jail for this. I c*ll and tell them the situation and they need to get there right away.

I hang up and go to leave but there you are again.

Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone what you've done.

But you have other ideas. I am now shown tied standing up against a door, my hands tied above me and my legs tied together at the ankles. My cleave gag has been replaced with a strip of tape. I struggle, trying to talk my way out of this but the gag just mumbles it. After watching my struggle for a while you leave. I continue to struggle, twisting and turning, rubbing my legs together trying to loosen the ankle ropes. I must get out of this mess. I have come so far I can't give up now.

Lucky after I manage to yank my hands free and untie myself. I rip the tape off my mouth and it hurts to grab my phone. I don't even worry about my clothes, I just want to get out. I turn and find you standing behind me. I look out the door, it's no use, the jig is up. The cops are already there and you’re finished. I have all the evidence I need to put you away for a long time. I walk up to you and say ‘not all beautiful women are helpless’ as you kick you to the ground. Enjoy prison, you creep and walk out smiling.

Lil Missy UK in Reporter in over her head