We've reached eleven

“Doesn’t time fly when I’m having fun,” says Me, placing her foot on your chest and striking a victory pose. As she stands there triumphantly, and you look up at her beautiful stocking-covered body, you notice your manacles slowly lowering to the ground beside you.

Me suddenly drops to her knees, landing on your stomach, forcing the breath out of your body, and then clambers over to your face, sitting down hard on it, and you struggle to breathe.

You feel her fastening the manacles back onto your flailing wrists, while she grinds her shapely behind into your face, and then she finally gets off you, leaving you breathless and stunned and disorientated, as the manacles start to rise, pulling you up into a standing position, your arms yanked over your head once more, while Me puts her leather coat back on.