I was just warming up in the dance studio, when he entered and grabbed me. I struggled against him desperate to get free, but was quickly overpowered. Soon, he was lashing rope around my thighs, over my tall, black leg warmers, and pulling a white cloth tightly between my lips. After binding me, I was left on the floor to wiggle and squirm. I kick my feet in the air hoping to loosen the ropes, but to no avail. My nipples harden and press into the thin material of my shirt with my writhing. After a time, my assailant decided my bonds weren't restricting enough and required modification. With each thigh rope firmly secured to my wrists, I can do little else but slide around on the floor and grunt. I pull and strain against the ropes, but they are just too tight!