An intruder has broken into my house, employed by one of my rivals to steal my crown! He quickly handcuffs me with my hands behind my back, before going off to search my house. How dare he? But as an experienced fetish model, I just know I have a spare set of handcuff keys somewhere... Dressed in strappy high heels, short skater skirt and white blouse, I start searching the large house from top to bottom. You get many glimpses up my short skirt as I do so, because of all the stairs I have to climb. Just as I'm giving up on finding a key anywhere, the horrid man comes back and puts shackles on my ankles too. I will not put up with this; I'm simply going to get out of the house before this gets worse. I can't seem to open any of the doors though. I work my way around the sprawling ground floor, trying the different doors, but none open. And just as I finally have some luck with the front door, the man returns and realises what I'm attempting. So he steals my skirt! There's no way I can walk out of the front door now that I'm wearing nothing but cuffs, shackles, panties and high heels; I'd cause a scandal. I wonder if I can raise the alarm without letting anyone see my lower half; perhaps if I shout out of a window? But even that is eventually denied me when the man comes back and ballgags me too! Is there no escape? What an insult!