I’m on the phone minding my business when a masked intruder suddenly enters the room. Before I can even process what’s happening, I’m grabbed and tied down to a chair by a woman in that Ghostface mask. My legs are left free, but the rest of my body is completely restrained, locked in place, with no escape. She leans in close, taunting me, mocking me, touching me like I’m nothing but a helpless toy. I try to act scared, try to fight it, but the truth slips out fast. I’m not as innocent as she thinks. The more she teases, the more I start to give in, and it becomes obvious I’m getting turned on by the danger, the control, the helplessness. That’s when she realizes she’s not dealing with a typical victim. With my wrists tied and my body trapped, I look up at her and tell her exactly what I want. I tell her where to find my Hitachi, and I let her take control of the rest. Part 1 is the catch, the restraint, and the first shift into pleasure.
