Literature
Training Day Three
The instructor handed the girls one zip tie a piece, then sat next to the still bound and gagged boss on the floor. Misty once again crossed her wrists behind her and her ankles in front. “Now once again girls, tie me up.” Giggling nervously, the redhead awkwardly fumbled with the zip tie, encircling the teacher’s wrists and pulling tentatively to tighten the tie. The Asian did the same to her ankles, pulling gently. “Don’t be merciful girls. Pull!” They did, yanking on the ties, tightening the circle into an ever-unforgiving grip, until they could pull no more. Ziiippp! went the zip tie. The girls tip-toed back to their metal folding chairs, leaving their teacher and boss tied up, side by side. The tie around Misty’s wrists dug in deep into her flesh, the plastic ring around her ankles shimmered in contrast to her dark hosiery. The teacher struggled, twisting left and right in a futile attempt to get free. “As you can see…ung…I can’t…uh…very easily wriggle free.
