My rocky relationship with my ex-boyfriend went south. His behavior went from decent to mean and demanding. His domineering personality made it difficult to even be around him so I decided to break it off.

A few days later he asked me to come over to his place to talk. When I refused, he got verbally abusive and told me that if I did not get over there immediately, I would be sorry.

Not to want to prolong the relationship, I went over on my way to a party a girlfriend was having. I figured I would end it for good. I was wearing new 4″ high eels, a tight miniskirt and top, which I must admit, did look hot.

When I arrived he talked down to me, telling me I was only good for blow jobs anyway. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and said “Bitch, you aren’t going anywhere!” I struggled but could not tear myself away. He then drug me over to this metal column and tied me to it. I yelled at him, then my yelling went to whining and then to crying. What was he going to do with me?

Several hours later He walked over with several rolls of duck tape and told me I would become the perfect girlfriend for him. I demanded that he let me go and he responded by slapping my face so hard that I almost passed out.

He then took out the duck tape and began to wrap me, almost like a mummy, until my legs, arms and hands could not move whatsoever! I begged him to stop but he continued until all that was showing was my head and high heels.

The position he encased me in was so that I was on my knees, a perfect position for his amusement.

Without any chance of movement, he drug me over to his front room and took out his cock and inserted in into my mouth. I moaned and struggled, but nothing I could do would free me. After about 15 minutes of satisfying him, he came and told me I had better enjoy and swallow, as that was all that my new diet would consist of!

I sat there in my kneeling position, unable to move for what seemed to be an entire day all alone. He returned later that day and again, went to his usual routine and unzipped his pants, exposed his cock, and filled me until he decided to cum.

I then used my sexiest voice and told him that I was sorry and he was right about everything. I said that if he let me go, I would be a better girlfriend and do everything he desired. He walked away until late that evening, when he decided to talk to me.

“How can I be sure I can trust you?” he said with his demanding voice. I assured him that I would comply with anything he wanted and would become the perfect woman.

After about an hour, he decided to unwrap me. Once free, I went over and kissed him and made love, promising to be obedient to his wishes and needs.

About two days later, when I thought it was the right time, he walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I put on my high heels and ran to the door to escape! About ten feet down the hall I realized I had left my car keys! I went back as fast as I could but there he was, waiting for me.

This would not be good.

Again I was mummified into his little sex doll, unable to move, crying and begging the while. He only smiled and said that I would never escape again.

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door. He opened it and in came about eight of his college friends! There I was in the middle of the living room, encased in duck tape, unable to move.

He invited each friend to “enjoy” his new toy. And one by one, the men shoved their cocks into my mouth and pumped away until they were through.

This time, however I was subjected to even a worse punishment. He put me over his shoulder and carried me down into his basement ad tossed me into a metal container, closed the top and locked it. “Bitch, I may come back for you in a day…that is, if I am still interested.”

Dear me! What would happen to me?

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