伪娘事实证明，佩奇非常擅长成为一名束缚模特，即使她所处的位置带有一定的胁迫性。她整晚都被绑在Hooter的衣服里，终于松了一口气，把那令人[X_X]的连裤袜连帽摘下来了。当绑架她的人向她展示他为她买的那条粘人的新裙子和高筒高跟鞋时，她开始想，也许事情并没有那么糟糕。



如果他让她走，带上这些漂亮的新衣服和高跟鞋，那不是很好吗？也许他会？



事实证明，事情并没有那么容易。如果佩奇真的要学会成为一个真正的束缚俘虏，她将不得不再次被捆绑起来，这次更严格，更严重地被塞住嘴。她开始向绑架她的人求情，但十五分钟后，她发现自己被捆在沉重的木椅上，双腿交叉，让事情变得更加不舒服。然后，他把一只手放在她的下巴下，他的手把她的头向后拉的感觉实际上开始让她兴奋起来，她知道自己再次完全无助于阻止即将发生的事情，被当作一个需要约束和使用的物体。他把她打开，把一条大女孩的内裤塞进来，用光滑的尼龙把她的嘴完全包起来，把它紧紧地塞进，让她的整个嘴巴都充满了。然后，他绕了一圈又一圈地包裹着几层粘性的微泡沫胶带。佩奇睁大了眼睛，担心自己的嘴有多紧。。。以及她怎么不可能让别人理解她自己。这个神经病到底在干什么？他们要拍多少张束缚的照片？他会让她周一去上班吗？



“没错，做一个好女孩，”他一边说，一边拉上窗帘，重新检查她的绳索，把她的手腕绑得更紧。“没错，亲爱的。你现在是我的了。我在地下室有一些事情要做。但我想让你习惯于在晚上剩下的时间里独自一人在黑暗中无助。只有你一个人在思考和塞满东西的嘴。享受吧，亲爱的……”佩奇听他平静地向她解释事情时，眼睛睁得更大了。在接下来的六个小时里，她无法忍受这样一个人被绑着坐着。当他走向地下室的门时，她恳求并试图通过她的插科打诨大声呼喊。“放松点，亲爱的。等我结束后我们会玩得更开心……”
It turned out Paige was more than skilled at being a bondage model, even if the position she found herself in came with a certain coercion. She'd spent the entire night tied up in her Hooter's outfit and was finally relieved to have that suffocating pantyhose hood off her head. When her captor showed her the clingy new dress and sky-high heels he'd bought just for her, she began to think maybe things weren't be so bad after all.

Wouldn't it be nice if he'd just let her go and take these nice new clothes and heels with her? Maybe he would?

It turned out it wasn't going to be that easy. If Paige were really going to learn to be a proper bondage captive, she'd have to be tied up again, this time more stringently, and seriously gagged. She started to plead with her captor but fifteen minutes later she found herself lashed down to the heavy wooden chair, her legs crossed to make things even more uncomfortable. Then he slipped a hand under her chin, and the feel of his hand pulling her head back actually started to turn her on, how she knew she was once more completely helpless to stop what was about to happen to her, being treated as an object to be restrained and used. He made her open wide and in went the wadded-up pair of big-girl panties, fully packing her mouth with slick nylon, pushing it in tight so her entire mouth was filled up. And then around and around he wrapped layers of sticky microfoam tape. Paige's eyes grew wide and worried at just how packed her mouth was...and how she couldn't possibly make herself understood. Just what was this psycho up to? How many bondage pictures did they have to take? And would he even let her go to make her shift on Monday?

"That's right, be a good gurl," he said while he drew the curtains closed and re-checked her ropes, re-tying her wrists even more tightly. "That's right, sweetie. You're mine now. I've got some things to work on down in the basement. But I want you to get used to being helpless and alone in the dark for the rest of the evening. Just you alone with your thoughts and your stuffed mouth. Enjoy it, hon..." Paige's eyes widened even more as she listened to him calmly explain things to her. She couldn't possibly stand sitting like this, tied and alone for the next six hours. She pleaded and tried to cry out through her gag while he walked off towards the basement door. "Just relax, hon. We'll have more fun later when I finish up..."