You catch me trying on your mother's wedding dress, putting on her satin gloves, and white stockings. When you confront me I try to get out of it, but then you threaten to tell her. I don't want her to know, so I say I'll do anything. You tell me you want to play a game--villain and damsel in distress. I'll be tied down to the "train tracks" in the gown and you'll watch me struggle. I agree then use a stocking to gag myself. When I'm tied up and on the ground, I struggle against the bondage, calling out for help. Eventually I'm able to free myself but only after a significant amount of wriggling around. Next time we'll do it again, but I make you promise to tie it tighter.