为了“逗她开心”,他挠她的腰和脚底,直到她尖叫着,透过嘴里的布团哀求起来。Cloudy returned home from an awards ceremony, exhausted, kicked off her shoes, and massaged her aching feet. Her thoughts drifted to Fiddler, an early patient whose condition, an overwhelming urge to bind and gag women, had fixated on her. After he declared he'd keep her in permanent restraint, she transferred off his case, moved away, and placed a notification on his file. That was years ago.
Unknown to her, Fiddler had become obsessed. He played the model patient, bypassed her notification, and was quietly released. He built a wealthy cover life, tracked her down, and slipped into her home during the ceremony with a bag of gear.
Cloudy came back to the living room in a shirt and panties. Mid-stretch, Fiddler grabbed her, clamping a hand over her mouth and pinning her to the floor. Her single scream was cut short by a harness ring gag. He secured her arms behind her back in an elaborate harness, then let her sit up.
She saw his face and went pale, sobbing through the gag. Fiddler only smiled, pleased she recognized him, and told her how beautiful she'd become.
Cloudy groaned, straining against the rigid hogtie as Fiddler admired his work. He'd left her legs mostly free for easy access. He hauled her onto the couch and rolled her across his lap, groping her breasts and rear while she bucked and whined. Then he laid her on the floor, grabbed her chin, and said the words she'd dreaded: "You're mine now."
To "cheer her up," he tickled her sides and feet until she squealed and begged through the gag.