WHODUNIT #3 – EMMA (?/F) - THE AFTERMATH POSTED
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 12:56 am
WHODUNIT #3 – EMMA (?/F)
The Present
Emma Haynes writhed in her chair. A mixture of fear and excitement drenched her being as she looked down and saw her curvy body restrained tightly by the ropes.
Emma was a 30-something mother of two. While the attractive blonde had gained some weight after giving birth to two children, she was still shapely and “hot” as her husband would say. She wore a red blouse that fit enough to show off her ample breasts. Her conservative gray skirt had been drawn up a couple of inches above the knees.
Right now, she was definitely helpless and on display. She sat in a shed, hidden away from the world, with her wrists tied behind the chair back. More rope had been tied and cinched above and below her breasts, so that her lovely mounds were prominently framed and on display. More rope was tied around her waist and the chair to insure she would not be getting up.
Her lovely stockinged legs had not escaped the binding. Her ankles were bound and cinched together before being attached to one chair leg. Her thighs just above the knees were also similarly tied. Her mouth was stuffed with a sponge and a colorful bandanna had been wrapped around her head ensuring that the packing stayed in.
Her hands flexed, questing for knots to untie, but they were beyond her reach. She flexed her arms, but while the ropes creaked, they remained tightly fastened. She looked down helplessly at her bound legs and wondered when she would be freed.
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What has happened to Emma? Your guess may be as good as mine.
The Present
Emma Haynes writhed in her chair. A mixture of fear and excitement drenched her being as she looked down and saw her curvy body restrained tightly by the ropes.
Emma was a 30-something mother of two. While the attractive blonde had gained some weight after giving birth to two children, she was still shapely and “hot” as her husband would say. She wore a red blouse that fit enough to show off her ample breasts. Her conservative gray skirt had been drawn up a couple of inches above the knees.
Right now, she was definitely helpless and on display. She sat in a shed, hidden away from the world, with her wrists tied behind the chair back. More rope had been tied and cinched above and below her breasts, so that her lovely mounds were prominently framed and on display. More rope was tied around her waist and the chair to insure she would not be getting up.
Her lovely stockinged legs had not escaped the binding. Her ankles were bound and cinched together before being attached to one chair leg. Her thighs just above the knees were also similarly tied. Her mouth was stuffed with a sponge and a colorful bandanna had been wrapped around her head ensuring that the packing stayed in.
Her hands flexed, questing for knots to untie, but they were beyond her reach. She flexed her arms, but while the ropes creaked, they remained tightly fastened. She looked down helplessly at her bound legs and wondered when she would be freed.
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What has happened to Emma? Your guess may be as good as mine.