.. boooooooriiiiinng! Yup, the all American Average Joe. Then I met Becky. Actually, she backed her car into mine while I was in the store. I came out...and this really, really, really cute girl was crying while trying to tuck a sheet of paper under one of my wiper blades.Using my native charm (OK, mostly HER guilt), I got her to sit with me for a coffee. The coffee led to a date which led to more dates, then I proposed and finally we got married! Life was great and I had it by the short and. I see Mindy walking over and am sure that she has some quick witted comment ready for me. She always seems to know when my guard is down and catches me totally in a defenseless position, always springing it on me at a total random moment. “Why hello officer Mercer will it be your usual guilty pleasure today. That motor oil that you insist passes for coffee.” I just nod my head and she walks away as if I insulted her. Right then someone that does not belong catches my eye. She does not belong. By the time she came into the bedroom, I was naked. She smiled oddly and said, “That’s a good slave”.Reaching behind the bed, she pulled out the restraints I had made several years ago, consisting of leather cuffs connected by seat belt material. Humming softly, she fastened me to the bedposts so I stood facing the bed with my arms spread-eagled. Next, she got a roll of duct tape and taped my ankles together. She then took some strips of that duct tape and taped my chest meat into small, but. Then, I came home from the college, threw my bag, changed the dress and had some snacks and started to watch a movie and was waiting for the night.Finally, it was dark and my sister prepared dinner and she served on the dining table and she also sat there for having food. I was searching a way to mix that pill in her water but I was not successful, then I thought I would send her for bringing anything and I would mix her.Then, I said her to bring a glass of hot water and she went and I then.