Run, trip, and get tangled in some wiring

Emma looks back along the window, and sees where she had dropped her bra on the other side. A quick dash and she should be able to get it without being spotted, and from there she’ll be able to retrace her steps and find the rest of her clothes, she thinks. The thought of running naked except for her stockings along the window front again continues to excite her! And it’s so close to opening time too, people might be knocking on the doors any second! The daring arouses her further, and every second she tarries, every tick of the clock closer to opening time, just makes it that much naughtier and risky.

Finally Emma gets her legs to push herself off the ground, still buckling a little from the orgasm, and she starts darting along the windows back in the direction she came. As you watch her go, bare buttocks bounding along the aisles of bookcases, you twirl you finger: it’s time for a little interference, eyeing some errant power cables tucked along the bottom of the windows.

Emma races in the direction of her bra, eyes focussed on the garment and to see if anyone outside is watching her, that she doesn’t notice the electrical cables inconspicuously snaking their way into her path. As she runs her feet suddenly get tangled up in the cables, her momentum carrying her forward! She yelps, and manages to hop about three steps more, arms flailing wildly as she careens onwards, passing by the location of her bra on the floor while a while tangle for power cables is tugged along in her wake. With but a finger motion you push a desk chair to roll until her path and Emma falls with her back into the seat, causing it to spin out of control from the momentum of her fall and roll forward in the direction of the open floor in front of the entrance doors. As the deskchair is spinning in circles the powercables get whipped around it, flying through the air in circles like wire wrapping around a spinning top. With a little discrete direction from your powers the powercables wrap all the way around the deskchair and poor Emma, and by the time the chair finally comes to a complete stop it’s sitting in the entrance hall, bouncing off the front of the library reception desk and pointed almost perfectly towards the front doors. Miraculously the wires have tightly coiled themselves all around Emma, constricting her in place on the chair: her legs are tangled up around the chairleg, her arms tied to the arms of the chair, and several rotations of power cable have strapped Emma’s torso against the back, her breasts poking out between two lines of wires.

Emma shakes off the dizziness of the violent motions, before she manages to take in the state she’s in: She’s naked in stockings, bondaged to a deskchair by a freak of physics (at least so she thinks), her tits and crotch completely exposed and pointed straight at the entrance just before opening time!! The shock of humiliation doesn’t even permit her to scream, but even if it did it wouldn’t help.