Bound to the Bed

Jill saw as the room sprang to life, like a demented version of “Beauty and the Beast”. The wires and sashes wrangled her to the floor as the bed sheets pulled her to their resting place.

Like a Maestro of Linens and Lines, Viola maneuvered the objects around the room, Trapping the Girl, spread eagle on the bed, perfectly trapped and exposed to the world. The prisoners body was unbelievably smooth, and open to the world, irresistible to some, especially when in such a compromising position

“HELP, SOMEONE” Jill cried, hoping her friends wouldn’t judge her for what was going on. Against her will no less. Maybe they’d come cut her out, and they’d leave this all behind them.

“Maybe they would” Viola Thought “Or maybe not”. The screaming did bring Viola enjoyment, but people may stop her fun short, then again what good is misery without company. Maybe another friend could keep her prisoner company. Then again it may be best to block the door off from anyone who may have heard, and shut up the screaming girl. A couple sashes would do the trick, maybe even some socks. Have her taste how she made Viola feel.