Enter the room

You enter the room and stand still, not daring to turn around and look at Becky. So you just observe several boxes standing one on the other, and a modest wooden work desk near the wall.

Whatever happens in this 5х5 meters room, there is nothing you can do now. And you like it.

You hear the sound of door shutting, and then feel Becky’s warm breath on your shoulder.

-Now face the wall and undress, Peach.

Yes. Yes, sure. That’s what you wanted - to get undressed and fucked.

Wait, won’t she help you to take off your clothes?

Okay, you will do it by yourself.

You put your fingers on your skirt’s belt and pull it down. Then you lean forward to pull the skirt down to the floor… hoping that Becky, who is standing behind, likes the view of your ass.

Ouch! She suddenly slaps your butt-cheek. Yeah, it must mean she likes your ass. And you - you like her rough hand.

Than you repeat the same undressing process with your panties, teasing Becky with your blushing ass… would you slap it, miss Bossy? Ouch! Mmm…

But then there is a little problem. You can’t take off your blouse because of handcuffs on your wrists. The key is in the pocket of your skirt, and the skirt is lying on the floor…

Crrrrack! The unexpected sound makes you shudder, and then you feel your blouse is teared apart from behind. Becky cuts it with a stationery knife! That’s too late to protest, but losing one of your clothes feels uncomfortable. You mumble through your gag, but she doesn’t care.

-Shhh, Peach! You won’t need it anymore.

Okay, that was your decision to come here and confide in this woman. So yeah, you try to calm down and don’t regret about losing your blouse.

Especially when you have more interesting things to do. Oh yeah, by the way, what are the things you came here for?

-So, Peach, do you know why you are here? - she whispers into your ear from behind.

You shake your head negatively and close your eyes waiting for her to slap your ass for your silliness.

But she doesn’t touch you, and her voice becomes strict.

-Paragraph 4.3. Food products must be wrapped properly to avoid corruption - she says, and then finally slaps your asscheek.

Ouch! This slap is much more harder than previous ones, and her palm burns your skin, but then you feel warmth spreading through your body. Your feel like your Keeper finally marked you with this slap.

-So stand still, my little Peach, I have to wrap you, - says Becky. And you obey.

First, you hear a cracking noise. And then something soft touches your legs. What is it?

You look down and see that Becky’s hands are slowly wrapping you with a transparent pallet wrap. It feels a bit cold first, but heats up quickly to your body temperature.

For a bondage lover like you, it’s even strange that you never tried it before. But explanation is simple: you need someone else to play this game.

Someone like Becky, who already immobilized your ankles, and you realize that now you can’t go away even if you want. Maybe you could, you know, jump away, but that would look pathetic and disgraceful.

-Okay, it’s time to lay you on the ground. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. Fresh fruits like you shouldn’t be bruised.