“I’m wound up. I am in the need of doing things to someone…” was the first message I got from her.
“Why don’t I know more sluts?” was a follow-up.
There would be rope. And pictures involved – she mentioned.
“Choose me” was my response.
She came over late – after the kids were in bed – carrying her upgraded bag of evil. A far cry from the small backpack she used to use. After greetings of hello, she dragged me off into the bedroom and shut the door – leaving G on the other side.
Once on the bed, she got out her rope – lots of rope. Around my wrists. Around my hands. Around my thighs and my ankles. Tied tight – making sure I could not escape her evil plans.
“I need an extension cord” was what she called out to G after she was done.
A Hitachi is an evil thing – especially when one is bound and in the hands of an evil woman looking to mess with someone.
….As is rope….
….And I get to spend some time with her and her rope again Thursday.
It’s good to have evil friends….