Bondage model by choice... (MMF/FFFF)

[Beaumains]

Nicely told, although I don"t believe the cliffhanger. They have been teasing Winona the entire chapter, so I guess they would free her in a few minutes and that rhis is just another step in bullying/teasing her.

[Caesar73]

Nicely told, although I don"t believe the cliffhanger. They have been teasing Winona the entire chapter, so I guess they would free her in a few minutes and that rhis is just another step in bullying/teasing her.

I think the same! Well done @slackywacky

[HappilyTaken]

That certain someone in my life keeps telling me I should volunteer to be one of the models in this tale in fact he insists I should model many of the fun activities just for him

[slackywacky]

That certain someone in my life keeps telling me I should volunteer to be one of the models in this tale in fact he insists I should model many of the fun activities just for him

Just play carefully and have fun!

[slackywacky]

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212 – Escape quest

“Have fun.”

Winona remembered those words well. They were the last words she heard before being left alone on the floor in her apartment. At first she waited, listening to hear if anybody was coming back. Being tied up was nothing new for her, being a bondage model. Being tied up for extended times was also nothing new, as they played these games regularly. But she was not sure if her friends were really going to leave her in her apartment, bound and gagged, until she heard the car doors opening and closing and the engine come to live. The car left, the sound disappearing into the evening. Now she knew she was alone, tied up in her apartment and only had a pair of scissors to escape.

“Hmmpppfff.” Winona sighed.

The ball in her mouth prevented her from speaking. It was not a very large gag, and it was not buckled extremely tight, but it worked well in making conversations unintelligent. Not that there was anybody in the room with her who she could talk to. It was not the first time she had been left alone; Mike and Sheila had a habit of doing this to her, but Jim and the others had also done it before. In most cases she had been left tied for a few hours, so she was not sure if this was going to be a similar case. She would have loved to go out for dinner, it would have taken her mind of Magnus, but here she was, lying on the soft carpet in her apartment. The owners of the store on ground level of the building would not be in till around 10 AM the next morning, which was more than 12 hours away, and even then she had no idea how she would alert them of her situation.

“Why did I agree to this?”

She knew very well how she got into this situation, as she had suggested it to the others herself. Not being left alone but being tied up. The time she had spent with Magnus had only deepened their relationship. The more time they were together, the more they knew they were made for each other. She knew that if she had not been tied up when dropping Magnus off at the airport, she would have joined him. Winona could not wait to talk to Magnus again, if only she had not been gagged and he was not on a plane.

“Hmmppffff.”

The ballgag kept her saying things out loud, but at least she understood herself what she was saying. For a long time, she just waited, waiting for the sound of the door to open. She had an electronic lock, and her friends knew the code, so there were people who could get in and rescue her. However, nothing happened. Cars driving by on the road was the only sound she heard. Occasionally the fridge would kick in, or the water heater could be heard in the distance. Every time a car came by her hopes went up that the car was coming to her apartment, but every time the car drove on, without stopping. She had moved around a bit so she could see the microwave clock. It had been 2 hours since she was left alone. If they were coming back, it could be at any moment, as dinner would not take that long. The scissors were a little bit away from her, but so far she had imagined that her captors would come back for her, so she had not moved around much.

“Maybe they are really leaving me.” Winona thought.

It did not surprise her that she was not angry with her friends. Playing games like this was part of their lifestyle. She remembered how she got to know Jim and the others and she was happy that she did. When her phone started to ring, it scared her. There was no way she could reach her phone to answer it, and in contrast to the old home phones and physical answering machines, you did not get to hear what the person calling was saying if they left a message. It would have to wait till she got free, or at least partially free, as she was not sure she would be able to escape all her bonds. With the phone silent again, she started to focus on getting out of the ropes. At least she could move around a little, as the hogtie was not super tight, luckily. She looked over at the scissors, her Martor Safety SecuPlus scissors, on the floor and started to move towards it. The carpet was nice and soft, but it was still taking effort to get to the scissors, and having a ballgag in your mouth does not help one’s breathing.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” She grunted, taking a break.

The hogtie might not have been too tight, it was still impeding her movements, and it took some time to get to where the scissors were on the floor. She rolled onto her side and immediately felt that she moved to close to the scissors, as she could feel them pressing into her side. Repositioning herself a little further away from the scissors helped. She could feel the scissors with her fingertips the second time she moved onto her side, but it was still out of reach. It took another 2 tries before she could grab the bright green scissors.

“Hmpf.” She sighed.

It felt like a small triumph feeling the scissors. Now she had to manage the scissors in such a way that she could cut the rope that held her in the hogtie. It was easier said than done, as Winona found out, but after some 10 tries, she finally managed to cut a strand of the rope. Since she had been hogtied with only minimal rope, it was enough to be able to stretch her legs, getting out of the hogtie. The rope was still connecting her ankles and wrists, but at least she could stretch, which really felt good.

“One down, several more to go.” She told herself.

At least she could move around easier. Even getting up from the floor was now an option, giving her more freedom to find a way out of her bonds. She slid over to the couch, holding on to the scissors, and used the couch to get herself on the seat. This allowed her to stand up as a next step. Looking at the microwave clock, she could see she had been tied for over 3 hours. The ropes still restricted a lot of her movement. The rope around her knees was, now that she was no longer held in the hogtie, not as tight as before, but there was nothing she could do with it yet, as she could not reach it. She needed her hands free. And with her elbows tied together, getting her arms free would still take effort. After standing up, she hopped to the bathroom, taking care not to trip. Luckily she had an automatic lamp in the bathroom that turned on when the sensor detected movement, as reaching the light switch was harder due to the location on the wall. The ropes around her waist prevented her from lifting her wrists.

“Think Wynona, think.” She said as she looked at her bound image in the mirror.

Using the mirror, Wynona tried to manipulate the scissors in such a way she could cut the rope around her waist. She had a little bit of movement, but the angle was awkward.

“Hmpf!” She cursed when she fumbled and dropped the scissors.

They fell into the sink, a place where, bound as she was, she could not reach for them. She knew she had another pair of scissors in the kitchen, which she might be able to get to. Carefully, she did not want to fall, she headed towards the open kitchen, taking small steps. The drawer with the scissors was at least at the right height for her, just below the countertop, and even more lucky, the kitchen scissors were on the left-hand side of the drawer. After grabbing them, she made her way back to the bathroom. She had to take a moment to rest.

“Hhmmpppff.” She mumbled when she heard her phone ring again.

Getting loose was more important now. The kitchen scissors were shorter than the safety scissors lying in the sink, but just long enough to be able to cut the rope around her waist. This time she managed to cut two strands, making it easier to undo the rope.

“Yes!” She said to herself.

With her wrists now being able to move more, Winona focused on the rope around her wrists. It was lucky that her wrists were not super tight, allowing her to use the scissors to cut a strand. She was very careful; she did not want to cut herself and bleed to death. It took a lot of fumbling around before she felt the rope fall to the floor. With her elbows tied together, and ropes around her upper body, ankles, and knees, she was still limited in her movement, but she was getting there.

“Phone!” She said to herself.

She wanted to know who called her. The phone was on the dining table, so she carefully made her way over to where her phone was. With her hands free, it was not hard to handle her phone and get to her messages.

“…won a prize, a trip to Hawaii. Please press 2 for service in Spanish. Your call is important to us, please stay on the line for the next available agent.”

“Spam.” Winona sighed.

She cut the call short, erasing the message. The next message was much better.

“Hi Winona, Magnus here. You might still be tied up, so I will keep this short. Flight has been delayed, 45 minutes or so, so I’m waiting for boarding. Miss you already. Be safe and we’ll talk soon.”

Hearing Magnus’s voice made her feel good. She noticed she had one more message, this one from Mike.

“Hi Winona, just reminding you that you have a photo shoot at 9 AM. See you tomorrow.”

The call had come in when she had been locked up in the trunk of the car when they dropped Magnus off at the airport. She had forgotten about that one. She knew that while she was gagged, calling back was not very useful, plus it was getting late anyway. She left her phone on the table and looked around to see how she could get rid of the gag. It had not been applied very tightly, but still tight enough that she could not get the ball out of her mouth.

“Maybe if I use the edge of the table.” Winona thought.

Leaning forward to the table edge, pushing the ball as good as she could with her tongue, it almost came out, but it was that last bit, just before the ball came out that it slipped and the ball popped back into her mouth. She gave it several more tries, but the result was the same, the gag was just tight enough to prevent her from pushing it out.

“Hhhhmmmpppffff.” She grunted in frustration.

Suddenly she heard people coming up the stairs to her door. There was a knock on the door. Whoever was coming to her door must be somebody she knew, as moments later she heard somebody enter the code to her door lock. The door opened and Mike and Sheila walked in. Winona looked relieved.

“Well, look at that. What have we got here.” Sheila grinned.

Winona sighed in relief.

“Diana called us and asked us to check on you. However we were held up, so it took a lot longer than we expected.” Mike stated.

It was a relief to Winona that Diana and Linda had not just left her, they had made sure somebody was going to check in on her.

“You did pretty good. I bet you thought you were left alone, didn’t you?” Sheila asked, as she walked around Winona inspecting the native beauty’s bonds.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” Winona nodded.

“Well, that saves us some work.” Mike grinned.

“Hhmmpppff?”

Sheila handed Mike a rope from a bag she was carrying. To Winona’s surprise, he used it to tie her wrists together. Winona was so stunned; she did not even react. Only when he started on a waist rope, tying both her wrists and the waist rope tighter than it had been before, did she start to react.

“Hhmmpppff!” She shook her head.

“I think that gag can be a little tighter.” Sheila grinned as Winona mumbled in her gag.

Winona tried to hop away but was easily stopped by Mike. He applied a blindfold, throwing Winona into darkness. Then he fixed the rope around her knees, making it tighter, before lifting Winona up carrying her towards the door.

“Don’t worry, we’ll lock up.” Sheila stated.

Carefully Mike carried her down the stairs to their car. He opened the trunk, carefully placing Winona in the trunk, before tying her into a nice tight hogtie. Winona did not struggle, she knew she was in safe hands, plus she had a photo shoot coming up with them anyway.

“Hhmmpppff?” She mumbled.

With a thud the trunk closed. To her surprise Winona came to the realization that she was not alone. Somebody else was in the trunk of the car with her.

“Hhmmpppff?” Winona grunted.

“Hmmpff.”

The response confirmed she was indeed not alone, but she had no idea who the other prisoner was. At that moment she heard the car doors open and close, before the engine started.

“Get comfortable you two, we still have a way to go.”

Winona wondered what was in store for them. At least for the moment she had completely forgotten about Magnus.

[DommeKirsten]

Fun x i love / hate cliff hangers

[Beaumains]

THE MASTER OF THE PEN HAS RETURNED!! Good to see another part in this wonderful saga. I suspect Winona is forgetting about her shoot the next day, or even worse, the shoot has already begun.

[TightsBound]

Another stellar chapter in an already stellar story. Welcome back.