Cocktail bar waitress

Lisa wasn't sure how it all started; the boy's initial intrusion hadn't raised any red flags. Alan was about two meters tall, weighed 220 pounds, was handsome, polite, and articulate, and what attracted her most was his apparent brilliance. It wasn't unusual for her to be captivated by such a man, but he had never initiated conversation or made any sexual advances, leading her to wonder if he was gay. The second time Alan came, a drunk man at the next table was harassing her, reaching for her thigh and putting his hand under her bright red skirt. He seemed used to such situations; he stood up, went over, and whispered something in the drunk's ear. The man quickly left, and she curiously asked him what he had said. He chuckled softly, "I told him I'm a police officer, just off duty, but I'm willing to provide him with a soft bed in the drunkard's detention center." Lisa thanked him deeply and brought him a cocktail. For the next three weeks, Ellen became a regular at the Red House, an upscale restaurant with a lounge where Lisa worked as a cocktail waitress, showcasing her slender yet curvaceous and alluring figure to pay for her film school tuition. When she realized Ellen had left the room, she frantically tried to break free, only giving up when she realized that even with all her might, the ropes binding her wouldn't loosen. Her mouth was stuffed full of medical gauze, packed tightly, leaving no room at all. She gave a bitter smile, wondering if the red handkerchief and bandage covering her mouth were superfluous; even without them, could she possibly spit out what was in her mouth? In any case, the handkerchief, bandage, and wrapping ensured that her faint moans would be completely inaudible in the room. She gave up, heeding the advice of fate: Child, you're trapped in this quagmire; there's nothing you can do but accept it. She loved wearing uniforms; the attire for a cocktail waitress suited her perfectly, though she struggled to find a truly fitting miniskirt. Her mother had made her one. A long-sleeved linen blouse tucked into a red skirt, a black vest, stilettos, and black stockings—it all looked so elegant and dignified. Lisa wasn't sure if he knew before he brought her here that she hadn't worn any underwear all night. But when he kidnapped her, when he bound her completely, he must have clearly seen it. Although Allen hadn't removed any of her clothes, when he carried her to the bed, the hem of her skirt had rolled up above her hips. Thus, her private parts were completely exposed. She had never felt so humiliated; although the ropes binding her obstructed her view, she could still see in the full-length mirror opposite her that her exposed genitals seemed to take up almost the entire room. Perhaps recalling what happened would help, she thought regretfully, letting her fate take her back to the past: He was sitting in the back seat of the car. Child, do you remember that damned alarm when you pressed the button? You thought you forgot to turn on the engine, but he might have already tampered with it. After you turned it off, you went behind the wheels to check, and your naked body under your skirt tempted him to cover your open mouth and stuff a knotted handkerchief into it. You were too shocked to resist, but he had already firmly gagged and tied you up. He was as strong as a bull—thinking of it that way might make you feel better. Do you remember how you struggled after he gagged you? He carried you into the car, reclined the seat, tied your wrists tightly, and then slapped your body like you were a child. After he tied you up, you didn't even realize it was Ellen who did all this to you. When you finally recognized him, a wonderful chill ran through you… This is interesting, child. She stopped recalling. Was being kidnapped interesting? Bound from head to toe, she looked like a turkey about to be roasted. She recalled how bright and spirited his eyes had been when he spoke, like when they'd occasionally met on a walk, and he'd greeted her, "Hi, Lisa, you look stunning tonight!" Through the gag, her voice, strained with shock and fear, cried out, "Ellen!? What are you doing?" Lisa remembered her voice was still quite clear, which puzzled her somewhat. Although she'd never been gagged before, in the movies she'd seen characters silenced by simply having a piece of cloth stuffed in their mouths, this real gag only served to suppress her voice. "I'm kidnapping you. Can't you see your hands are tied?" Ellen said calmly, but his drawn-out tone was filled with glee. “Let go of me, you bastard! Help! Someone help me—” Lisa remembered being pulled back in a panic, pressed against the seat, Allen’s mouth pressed against her ear: “Shut up! I don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep yelling, I’ll have to use chloroform.” This reminded her of a movie she’d seen, where the heroine was anesthetized with chloroform, and when the effects wore off, she became very ill. She calmed down, her large eyes filled with fear, and began to sob softly. “That will be better, but if you cry out loud, the gag will make you very uncomfortable.” His voice became cheerful again, and Lisa controlled the tears that were welling up. “Please don’t hurt me.” Lisa said this and then fell silent, because the sound coming from her gagged mouth sounded pitiful and silly. “I’ll repeat myself, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just want to tie you up, take you back to your room, and play some games with you.” As he spoke, he busied himself tying her upper arms to her body with rope, skillfully securing multiple ropes around her chest, then wrapping them around her neck, around her shoulders twice, and finally tightening and knotting all the ropes around her upper body. Next, he began tying her ankles, first horizontally several times, then vertically binding her feet and high heels together. When he finally tied her knees as well, Allen dragged her to the back seat, binding her wrists and ankles together from behind, covering her with a blanket to prevent her from being seen during the 30-minute drive to her house. This is how she ended up lying on her bed, curled up like a baby, knees bent forward and bound to her chest, wrists tied back to her ankles. Why am I not wearing underwear? It looks so silly. Maybe I hope he’ll be here tonight? Hoping he could easily suck my clitoris? Oh, God, Lisa remembered her disappointment when he didn't react, but when she considered her current situation, the exposed genitals under her skirt held a subtly alluring lewdness. He had left her alone here an hour ago, carefully gagging her before leaving and gently stroking the folds of her vulva. "What does this mean to me? I bet you go to work without clothes under your skirt so it's easier to flirt with me. I really like a quirky girl like you, and I'm sure your ideas will be well rewarded." Lisa remembered her face flushing then, and Allen laughed: "My guess has been confirmed. Imagine what unbearable flirting I'll do to you when I get back." The ropes binding her deeply caused muscle contractions and pain, but this discomfort was diluted by anticipation. What would Allen do when he returned? Whether she liked it or not, she could only accept it. The feeling was so wonderful that she was trembling all over. At first, she struggled for a while, trying to free herself, but she had already tried while lying in the back seat of the car; every part of her body was tightly bound, unable to loosen at all. Now, lying on the bed, bound like a ball, she couldn't move an inch. After some time, Allen returned. He untied her legs, took off her shoes, and helped her stand up and walk around to improve blood circulation. Lisa immediately rushed to the door. Allen sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching her frantically try to open the door, but to avoid unnecessary disturbance, he had already bolted it from the inside, and that damned latch was too high! Her hands and arms were bound to her body, making it impossible for her to reach it. "Why don't you sit down and listen to what I've prepared for you this weekend? I can even remove what's stuffed in your mouth, then we can discuss it." His excited, yet slightly lazy tone began to infuriate her. She looked at him sarcastically, resentfully.Thinking about how much he had done, yet she sat there so calmly as if nothing had happened! After a while, she sat back down beside him, believing that perhaps appearing cooperative would keep him under control. However, Lisa suppressed her feelings and refused to acknowledge the numbness and stinging sensations he was experiencing while binding her, which gave her a sense of anticipation. "In a few minutes, I'll take off this sexy outfit you're wearing, because I suspect you wore something much sexier for your birthday. Then we'll have a more serious love bondage session. Do you want to temporarily remove the stuff from your mouth?" Lisa nodded quickly and excitedly. He carefully untied the cloth binding her mouth and the back of her head, loosened the square scarf, and slowly pulled out the gauze stuffed into her mouth. She happily moved her mouth, enjoying this rare freedom. “You didn’t need to kidnap me or tie me up here. If you had just asked me, I would have been happy to have sex with you. If you had given me any hints tonight, I would have quietly told you I wasn’t wearing underwear. Please let me go now, let’s start right here.” She blurted out without thinking, but then sat back down on the bed, confused. Yes, she had thought about these things when she took off her underwear before showering, but did she really want to do this? “So you don’t like being tied up?” “Of course I don’t like this feeling. It hurts me and terrifies me. Please let me go!” “Where do you think you’re going? You already said you wanted to have sex with me here. This is a good place, in your own bed, we can…” “Before you tied me up, gagged me, and left me here for hours, I did think that way, but I’m already scared half to death by you, my muscles are twitching…” Lisa suddenly stopped, the shame on her face betraying her. "Hmm? Finish what you said. You were indeed lying on that bed, bound, gagged, terrified, and filled with fear, weren't you? Look at yourself in the mirror, my lovely child, your face is burning red!" "Okay, you damn thing, it did excite me, it certainly did, but how could you treat a girl like that? Hoping she'd like you because of it? Even if it excited her?!" "Why not?" Her seemingly innocent tone only fueled the anger. "Because...because it's illegal! It's rape!" "Your explanation is too boring; there's no point in discussing this further." He then pulled out a blue gag and forcefully shoved it into her mouth, securing several leather straps behind her head—one tied behind her head, one under her chin, and others across her nose, passing between her eyes, and then around the back of her head. As he completed this series of actions, he quietly observed her expression: "This fixed gag isn't as effective as using a towel to block the sound, but it can effectively control head movement. It's suitable for you. Okay, now you can take off your clothes." After a brief struggle, Lisa found herself completely naked below the wrists. Allen retied her ankles and thighs, her heels touching her buttocks. She screamed angrily, but could only make muffled sounds. Then he untied the ropes on her upper body and wrists. She immediately reached out and scratched, but Allen only cared about stripping her clothes off, ignoring her attempts to hurt him. Lisa felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. My hands probably wouldn't have a second chance to be untied. I can't let him tie me up again! But he easily overcame her resistance, making her lie face down on the bed, his knees pressing against her back, and using his strong hands to twist her wrists behind her back. It was all over. She was tied up again, completely naked. This time, her hands were bound behind her back, facing each other, her elbows tightly bound together. It looked as if only one arm remained in the center of her back. The rope was wrapped several times around her wrists, then knotted in front of her body, then pulled down between her thighs past her clitoris to her back, wrapped twice more around her wrists, and finally fastened securely in front of her body. This time, her hands felt as if they were welded to her body, and the rope between her legs seemed to be cutting her in two. He turned her over and began to caress her breasts. Her already swollen nipples were wet with excitement, her smooth lips trembled, and her fear seemed to have vanished. Lisa unconsciously let out a moan of pleasure. Enjoy all this, child, you like it! Allen, who had been caressing her, said, “Your current position could be called frog bondage. You can see you’re completely exposed. I prefer to call this position with your limbs bound like this ‘missionary’.” He rested his chin on his hand and began to ponder. “Hmm, perhaps the ropes around your crotch should be separated first… Some bondage methods are probably too outdated. What do you think, dear Lisa?” If he continued, your orgasm would come, my child! She groaned again, and her observer noticed saliva dripping from her gag. Tears welled in her eyes as her desire remained unfulfilled. Allen’s voice brought her back to reality: “Wait a moment. I think we can try a little vibration stimulation.” He took an electric dildo from the bottom of the bedside table, three steps away from her head. Lisa’s muscles tensed—how did he know it was there? Almost every night, Lisa used it to masturbate, but now, that familiar device looked so dangerous and ominous. Her sex life was nothing but endless self-gratification, reaching orgasm through devices, intense orgasms. This filled her with frustration, and how many nights like this had she endured? She watched him insert it into her, the familiar vibrations sending shivers down her spine. Bound from head to toe, there was no escape; the tight binding of her limbs intensified her sexual urges, and the intensity of her first orgasm was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Oh, he's watching you, child, he knows what makes your lower body so aroused. Lisa had a urge to suppress that inner voice. I'll always be with you, my sweetheart, watching you naked, bound, and gagged, like a newborn baby, every minute so alluring. Don't resist anymore! Tears streamed down Lisa's face, her breath came in rapid gasps, and she was drenched in cold sweat. Her mother always said men sweat, ladies sweat—where did this absurd notion come from? After a while, when Lisa saw the size of Allen's erection, her knees bound behind her back, she involuntarily swallowed hard behind the gag. She had seen men undress and knew what would happen next, but being raped was too much for her to accept. However, when he first entered her, she was still overwhelmed with excitement; the sensation made the vibrator pale in comparison. As he stimulated her relentlessly, like playing a violin, she lost all sense of time, feeling as if he were holding her up in the air, like a puppet on strings—a scene she had never seen in puppet shows. When he stopped, Lisa was finally exhausted. Washing, bathing, eating—all of this was done with his help, because except for the few minutes when she was forcibly changed her bindings, she had been tightly and securely bound the entire time. Lisa lay sprawled out, naked, and fell asleep, waking occasionally. At least he didn't gag her while she slept, but that night, he still disturbed her sweet dreams twice. The next morning, when she woke up, she was bound hand and foot again. This time, he handcuffed her hands and feet together, the gag was still in place, and another set of chains bound her hands and feet together. “I’ve left the key on the kitchen floor. You should be able to free yourself in less than an hour. I’ll wait for your call to make sure you’re untied…” She noticed a string of numbers on her left hip; this must be his phone number. “This is a gift for you.” He showed her a leather item made of two leather straps, one two inches wide and the other longer but half the width. At first glance, Lisa didn’t understand its purpose. “This one will be tied around your waist, like this, and the other one will be used for restraint.” He held up two dildos to show her, one about the size of his erect penis, the other much smaller. At this point, Lisa completely understood what he wanted to do. He inserted two fingers into her vagina and massaged her clitoris. "You're still quite moist down there, but applying some Vaseline won't hurt you. It'll actually make your journey to the kitchen more enjoyable. Both vibrators are battery-powered, and the switch is on your belt. You can easily access everything.""Use your hands to get it—except for the gag, of course. There's plenty of space between the chains; getting the key shouldn't be too difficult." Inserting a penis into the vagina wasn't too repulsive, but the feeling of another penetrating the anus was excruciating for Lisa; she knew she'd have to try her best. The belt at her hips extended upwards and fastened around her waist. When he was finished, Allen looked up, admiring his work: "Lovely Lisa, you're a masterpiece of God!" "You jerk!" Lisa glared at him. "I know what you mean. I'm turning on the switch. Enjoy!" He left, the bedroom door open, and Lisa heard it open and close. The room fell silent; it seemed she had miles to go. "Allen, it's Lisa. I've unlocked the handcuffs, you bastard. I'm calling the police and telling them you raped me. They have handcuffs too." “Yes, the phone number they got from your buttocks can be used as evidence in the trial, and there are my handcuffs, belt, and gag in there, with my fingerprints definitely on them. And the residue of my semen can be used for DNA testing. All of this can serve as physical evidence of a rape charge. But I have a better idea, why don't you put the handcuffs on my hands yourself? You're the owner of those shiny gadgets. By the way, didn't you orgasm on your way to the kitchen?” Why would he do that? She did have two orgasms, once in the hallway and once while trying to get the keys. Kid, you're such a bastard! You should tell him it excited you, don't say anything like that! The voice inside her was sharp and piercing, Lisa thought. Maybe this bitch was right; after all, Allen had raped her many times. Yes, he did, my sweetheart, and you orgasmed every time. Lisa put her left hand on her buttocks in annoyance, when suddenly a thought flashed through her mind. “Huh? I'll put the handcuffs on your hands myself?” "How about we discuss this at the bar tonight?" "Even for a million dollars, I wouldn't miss this date. Goodbye." "Alan?" "I'm here, dear Lisa." "Don't lift me up tonight, I'm afraid I'm hooked on something." "How do you feel hooked?" "Nothing—I just realized I forgot to take off my belt."

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