I was 19 when it happened. I fought for my freedom with all my strength, but he was too strong for me and most importantly, I did everything very skillfully, as if I did it every day or I studied on purpose. Therefore, all my efforts were in vain. He tied my hands behind my back and sat me down on a chair. Unfortunately, that day I was in a very unfavorable clothes for me. I have always loved the business style of clothes - blouses, stockings, always wore short skirts, because I have good trained legs, underlined by high-heeled shoes. It always attracts the gaze of men. And I liked it. In this skirt I was then. When fighting, she rode up, opening the elastic bands and lace trim stockings. And now, when everything has already passed, I often ask myself if Andrei knew that I would be in stockings that day and would he want to do the same with me if I were in trousers. And then bound hands did not allow me to pull up the skirt and not attract Andrey's attention to me. A modest loose silk blouse with a long sleeve was also knocked out from under the skirt and in addition was unbuttoned with several buttons. I sat in a state of complete helplessness. The chair stood so that I could see myself in a huge mirror that hung on the wall. “Relax - Andrew said (he addressed me to you), and let me do whatever I want with you ... Believe me, this is just fun, sweet girl, or rather a kidnapping game.” But I was not up to the game. Andrew immediately warned that he was not going to hurt me if I did not break out or shout. I begged for mercy and not to touch me. But Andrey again said that he brought me here only to play one game. The game was that he would tie me in different poses. I then asked if it meant that they would not abuse me and undress me. Andrei laughed and said that if I behaved well, he would not rape me, but he would definitely undress, just might not immediately. Although in the end he will undress me completely and tie me in such a position that all my feminine charms will be perfectly visible and accessible. At the same time he noted that he does not ask my consent, but simply informs. After that, he pulled out a large hank of clothesline from somewhere, picked me up from the chair and began to tie my body many times, first below the breasts, then above. The cord passed through the shoulders, went back and forth, intertwined somewhere under the shoulder blades. Then Andrei departed and examined me from all sides. Apparently, he was satisfied with his work, because he led me to the bed and sat on it. “Now I have to do the lower part of your body. Let me see what you are wearing, ”he said. Knocking me on my back, he wrapped his legs under my knees and lifted me up. The skirt fell from my thighs, sticking my legs and buttocks. He saw my black stockings with a beautiful patterned elastic band. The same color were the panties. I felt utter discomfort from this terrible pose and tried to escape ... But after a short struggle, I again realized that it was useless. A sense of shame treacherously appeared on my face. Andrei laughed and said that I finally realized the reality and the fact of what they were doing to me. He lifted me up, then completely unbuttoned my blouse, bra and lowered it all back onto my back. My bound hands did not allow him to take them off completely. But I was already half-naked! What I took care of so much that I didn’t even show on the beaches, carefully changing my clothes and being afraid that someone would not spy on me, was completely open and accessible to men. True, this man now saw only my bare back. But it cost him nothing to deploy or even knock over the bound girl on the bed and then: But Andrew threw me on my stomach, and gathered all my stripped clothes into a ball around the hands of bound hands.Then, taking another piece of cord, he strongly pulled my elbows together and tied them together. After three or four turns, my shoulders were thrown back strongly, and my breasts tightened and protruded. All this was done by Andrey in order to remove all the clothes from the upper part of my body. Of course, he could just untie my hands for a while, take off all the clothes and tie them again, But apparently he wanted me to understand that I would not be free for a second, that I was his prisoner and am in his infinite power. But even after Andrew tied me in one more place, he did not untie my hands, but by releasing me for a second, he took a black belt out of a small suitcase. I was very scared and watched his actions with great excitement, as I could not understand his intentions. “If he wants to beat me, then for this the belt is very short. To bind me even more reliably — but even so I cannot move my arms ”- there were my thoughts. Andrew, meanwhile, wrapped his hands around my hair, scattered over my bare shoulders and back, and threw them back on my head, exposing my neck. After that, he lifted my head by the chin, wrapped the strap around my neck and gently fastened it to the clasp. It turned out something like a collar. “Do not worry, he said. - This is to ensure that the rope, which is connected to your elbows would not jump down. I will hook her up with this ring on the collar. ” Having said this, Andrew missed the end of the cord, with which my elbows were tied through the collar ring and pulled it over, tied it in a knot. And only having checked the reliability of the knots, Andrew untied the ropes tying the wrists of my hands and pulled off my blouse and bra. I tried to move my arms and loosen the shackles, but Andrew quickly crossed my limbs and tied them with a rope again. "Well, you are half ready," he said. The first part was completed. Then Andrew, clasping my shoulders, turned sideways. “You have gorgeous breasts. And you know, they are especially good because all the muscles of your bust are pulled back, your hands do not interfere, and your shoulders are thrown back sharply. ” Another moment and I was lying on my back with my hands tied. Never before in my life have I been so helpless and accessible. I remember how Andrey's hand touched my chest, first gently, then more impatiently and aggressively. I groaned, but my moan was not clear even to me. Either it was a groan from the humiliation to which I was subjected, or: Or it was the feeling of an awakening woman, some distant and still unconscious. But then Andrei did not let me understand my feelings. He again sharply turned me on my stomach and kneeled my buttocks with my knee so hard that I had to spread my legs. My hands were tightly pressed to the buttocks, as if covering them from all sorts of attacks. Andrei noticed this too and smiled. “You are right, I think it is necessary to subject this place to a small punishment. This is for giving resistance. True, it seems I last punished the girls when I was in school. I remember, we often amused ourselves with them, giving them a knee in this place. We caught them, turned our hands behind our back, (we called this concentration camp), and when the girl's body sagged and leaned forward, she gave in to her knee. But back to you. We are no longer children. And our games will be more serious. " Andrei opened the suitcase again and took out a small object that looked like a ball with a missing lace in the middle. “So far you haven’t tried to scream or call for help,” he said, but I’m not sure that you will behave in punishment either. ” He leaned on me with his body, again threw my hair back of the head, turned his head to the side and with a sharp movement put the ball in my mouth. "This gag will not cause you trouble, but you will not be able to scream anymore, unless you moan." With these words, Andrew tied the ends of the cord passed through the middle of the gag from behind on my neck. I prepared for something terrible. Even the last thread to call for help was lost. I remember tears popping up in my eyes. Most of all then I was afraid of the unknown.It was terrible when he undressed me, touched his chest with his hands, turned over on the bed from his stomach to his back and back. But it was even worse that I didn’t know what he wanted to do with me now ....