There comes this point in many a young woman’s life when she simply wishes to be taken. Taken anywhere - to be sentenced to prison, or to be sold into captivity.
The handcuffs and irons would be first, but then the location, the gag, the hood would have her realizing that she had made a mistake, but too late. Her captivity had been effected and her body and mind had become chattel. The auction process would take several weeks at least, and the restraints would be implacable.
And to think she had volunteered her wrists for the handcuffs!
Been so busy with work, that’s why there’s been no posts..wish someone kidnapped me so I wouldn’t have to work anymore