Bondage Mischief - Mia That's Fake

My girlfriend mia is sitting on the couch in a black bodysuit and sheer pantyhose, her dark hair falling across her shoulders. i ask what she’s watching and she gestures at the tv where a b-movie plays, explaining that some helpless victim is duct-taped in a basement. “it’s so fake,” she says with an eye roll. “anyone could get out of that.” i feel a mischievous smile spread across my face as i challenge her to prove it. mia, always competitive, agrees without hesitation. i retrieve the silver roll of duct tape from the junk drawer, the distinctive ripping sound filling the room as i methodically wrap the tape around her torso, binding her arms against her sides. the tape makes a tight seal against the slick fabric of her bodysuit as i wind it from her waist to just below her shoulders. i secure her knees together, then her ankles, watching her eyes widen as she realizes how thorough i’m being. when i press a final piece across her lips, muffling her protests, i announce she has one hour to free herself. behind the gag, her eyes narrow dangerously as she tests the bonds and finds them unyielding. i blow her a kiss as i walk away, ignoring her muffled threats. this will teach her about “easy escapes.”