Make a run for it

You had to choose....

This could be the deciding moment of your entire life, the decision of whether you go to prison or not.

Without thinking, you quickly rolled out from underneath the sofa and darted towards the end of the room, moving your little legs in spandex as fast as they could.

Faster and faster you run unable to control your speed you slip on the small rug beneath your feet. Unable to balance yourself, it slides out from under your feet sending you sprawling backwards. As you fall, your legs are wrapped in the loosely placed wires that covered the floor. They wrap around your ankles tight sending you crashing down, the momentum pushing your legs above your head and wrapping the wires now round your wrists creating a humiliating hogtie. You sit there, flushed, legs above your head, back flat on the cold marble floor, wires connecting your ankles and head in a humiliating fashion. The tightness of your spandex now beginning to show as it almost gives you a defying wedgie.

Before you can even think about escaping the embarrassment you found yourself in, you hear the clicking of Scarletts red heels entering the living room. As she does, she clearly sees you and bursts out into laughter. You, still tied up, cannot see her but can hear her humiliating laughter.

"Well, Well, Well. What on earth do we have here?" she asks cooly.

She now leans over into your view. She is beautiful, stunning, an absolute goddess. She stands tall at around 6,1, she must be around 22-25. Her hair is a majestic brown colour that is knotted in the most magnificent curls. She wears a full red suit pants and blazer to match her red stilettos and a white blouse to complete the outfit.

"How on earth have you ended up in this position then Mister? Was you trying to rob my house and ended up in this little mess?" She asks, giggling alongside.

"I..er" you try and mumble back, but the powerful woman raises her hand to silence you and you meekly obey.

"I don't want any words from you now. You don't get to speak. If you want to rob someone, at least be good enough to get out of the house. I didnt even do anything, and yet you ended up here all tied up. How humiliating for you this must be...An even more humiliating site for the cops when they arrive".

Your heart dropped. She was really going to call the cops, oh no.

Quickly you managed to find some words "No please i beg, i beg."

But before you could finish pleading, She raises her stilettoed heel and presses harshly down against your cheek silencing you in an instance. For a minute you think about the position your in: your legs sprawled across your head bound together to your wrists by the wires, and now your face pressed down hard by this powerful woman's heel. Humiliation flushed across the entirety of your body as you continued to lay there defenceless.

"No no no, boy, You will not be begging. You will not be pleading. You will not be speaking unless I give it permission. Understand?"

You meekly nod under the weight of her foot as she presses harder, digging her toe of her heel into the side of your cheek, pressing your other cheek to the cold ground.

"Now it seems I have a choice to make. I could potentially keep you. You may be of use. Or I could simply call the police. Whether I do or not is all dependent on whether or not you can follow simple instructions. If you even so help me god fail any of them, then I will ring the police without even thinking. Understand boy?"

You nod again as she finally releases her heel. "Now I'm going to release these wires wrapped around your legs and you will get up and kneel before me. Do not even think about trying to escape as I will bring my wrath down on you."

With that she slowly grabs the wires and begins to release your hold. Finally your able to stretch again and feel free once more. You contemplate escaping but you think there will be a better time later on...