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You roll up to her apartment at about 5:30 and make your way to her door. Your dick is already pressing against the cage in anticipation of the release.

She opens the door and invites you in. She's wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, her boobs pressing up tightly against the fabric.

"Like a drink?" She holds out a beer.

"Oh, you know I still don't drink, just like in high school" You say.

She shrugs, "Suit yourself."

She brings her laptop over to the narrow table near the wall.

She tries to turn it on. "Oh, the battery most be dead. Hang on."

She goes to her room and returns with a bag.

She gets down on her knees and under the table to plug in the charger.

"Hey do you mind reaching down so I know which side to feed the cord up to?

You reach over the table, then feel a cool metallic feeling against your wrist followed by a click.

You try to pull your hand back quickly and then reach your other hand down, but before you realize what's happened she grabs your hand and fastens to the other table leg with another *click.

She has you. Both wrists handcuffed to the table. You struggle, but realize you are trapped and helpless.