(1-2) Add a restraint!

{if Restraint==0}"Unlucky!"

She grabs a bundle of rope. Her cheeks are raised high in a hungry smile. You can't help but draw back in fear. That look is one you have seen many times before- it says you are in for a long night.

"Let's make sure you don't run away..."

Strong hands pull your ankles together. She coils the rope around and around. The bindings are loose at first- you wonder if you can't just slip out of them- until she cinches them tightly. Your feet and calves are pressed tightly against eachother by the restrictive double-column tie.

You flap your feet about, testing the restraint. You giggle loudly as she uses the opportunity to give your bare soles a tickle.

{elseif Restraint==1}She grabs another bundle of rope. This time, she works coils above and below your knees. The rope is cinched tightly-- welding your legs together from ankle to thigh. You worm your legs around in the restraints, finding the sensation oddly satisfying.

"Go grab me that bottle of water, would you?" your captor asks kindly.

You glare in response, but obey. With some effort, you manage to push yourself up to a standing position. You hop slowly across the room. You notice the satisfied eyes of your lover staring at your bouncing body. You hop back, the exertion causing you to breath heavily. Defiantly, you present the bottle to your girlfriend.

She places it on the ground without taking a sip.

"Thanks, babe!"

{elseif Restraint==2}She grabs yet another bundle of rope.

"Give me your hands," she demands.

You present your hands in front, placing them together near your belly.

"Behind your back."

She shakes her head, amused at the pathetic attempt.

You groan, but obediently place your wrists together behind your back. She begins winding rope around each, cinching the loops tightly. You squirm your hands around, finding the binding to be extremely secure but not uncomfortable.

With your hands bound, your helplessness is brought to a whole new level. Your ability to resist is pathetic now. You are completely at her mercy... you can't even roll the dice easily now.

{if Gag==0}"How am I supposed to roll the dice like this?" you ask, sheepishly. {elseif Gag<=3}"How am I supposed to roll the dice like this?" you ask, sheepishly. It sounds more like 'Ow m I summposmm to mo va dife lim mis?' {else}"How am I supposed to roll the dice like this?" you ask, sheepishly. It sounds more like 'mmm mm m mmnn m mm mm mnn?', behind the strict gag. Somehow, she understands you. {endif}

"You'll figure it out."

{elseif Restraint==3}She grabs a large bundle of rope.

"This one's your favorite!" she says.

You aren't surprised in the slightest as you puts a loop of rope around your elbows. She draws the rope taut, slowly pulling your elbows until they nearly touch. Your shoulder already ache at the cruel bondage. She loops the rope up your arms several times, then cinches the binding.

"It's too tight..." you beg.

"You're such a baby," she teases. "You had it way tighter than that last time... but if it starts to hurt too much, let me know. "

You wave your arms around helplessly. Your range of motion is pathetically small.

Taking advantage of the way the elbow bondage modifies your posture, she runs a teasing hand across your chest. Your tits are **** out into the open, presented nicely for her wandering hands.

You fail in suppressing a submissive moan.

{elseif Restraint==5}
"I'm running out of body parts to tie!" she jests.

You both know that statement is a bold-faced lie. Her wicked creativity knows no bounds-- the strict bondage around your arms and legs is just the beginning.

She grabs two bundles of rope.

She runs a long piece of rope around your chest. She runs it across your body several times, sending loops above and below your chest. The ropes draw your arms into your back, restricting their range of motion even more. A few strategic cinches weld the limbs in place.

More rope runs over each shoulder and through the coils around your chest. It cinches the two bunches of rope together, firmly packaging your breasts. She hungrily eyes your tits, admiring the perkiness and roundness instilled by the breast bondage.

{elseif Restraint==4}"We're starting to run out of rope..." she muses. She stops to think for a moment.

"I know!" she says, with a wicked look in her eye.

Internally, you groan. She pulls out a black piece of leather- an armbinder. Any hope you had of escaping the bondage-- reaching a knot or pulling a rope free, is erased in an instant.

She pulls the armbinder up your arms. It passes over the rope around your wrists and elbows. Your hands are balled together by the tight material. The leather fabric is so tight, she has to yank it up your arms forcefully. By the time she is done, your arms are sandwich together top to bottom.

She takes her time lacing the material up, pulling the armbinder secure inch-by-inch. It steals what little slack remained between your arms. Tight straps run around your shoulders. Buckled in place, they prevent the armbinder from slipping down.

You try to wiggle your arms free, but at best you can slam your arms up and down against your back pointlessly.

"That looks comfy!" your captor teases.

{elseif Restraint==6}"Yay!" she says, with venomous laughter. "You'll love this next one!"

She pushes you onto your stomach. You are helplessly unbalanced, falling over easily.

"Please don't!" you beg. Secretly, you are excited. You love the security and strictness of a tight hogtie.

She loops a long rope around the bondage that circles your chest and shoulders. She runs it down your back, over your bound arms, to your legs. She runs it through the ropes around your ankle.

She pulls the rope with all her strength. The **** raises your back and legs high into the air, tightly arching your body. Quickly, she ties the rope off. There is little slack in the expertly applied hogtie.

You struggle for an inch of movement, but the best you can do is rock side-to-side. and turn your head. Your body is lit on fire by the tight bondage. Your shoulders, back, and arms ache at the cruel restraints.

It feels amazing.

{elseif Restraint==7}"Ok... there really isn't much left to to tie now!" she says, admiring her handiwork.

She contemplates for a minute, while you sit helplessly. You wonder at what could possibly be worse than the painful hogtie she has you in.

She grabs a last piece of rope. She runs your long hair into a makeshift ponytail, tying it tightly with a specialized knot. She gives the hair bondage a testing pull-- it painfully yanks your head backwards.

"I got it right on the first try!" she says. "I didn't even have to look up a tutorial!"

She continues smiling pridefully, while pulling the rope backwards to tie off at your feet.

The long rope parallels the one that hogties you. It pulls your head backwards so tightly that you can barely move it a millimeter. Somehow, your helplessness is brought to a new level.

She circles around you. You can't even turn your head to follow her- her soft footsteps the only sign that she is walking out of view.

Your eyes and toes are the only thing left in your control.

{else}"I really don't have much left to tie!" she says. "I'm surprised you rolled so badly..."

"I'll just give you this one for free!" she continues. "Your gonna need it!"

{endif}