Reporter Perils: Snoopy Reporter Woes
38 photos; 18:40 video
January 9, 2019
Mr. Little asked me to come over to his house so we could talk about the recent case. I had some leads but the bad guys stopped me cold in my tracks. I was still trying to piece together how the two bad guys in the mask were connected to the woman in the black catsuit. Nothing was piecing together. I was very frustrated and Mr. Little had decided that maybe he could help me out.
I had other ideas on how he could help me. It had been rainy out so I showed up to his house wearing a green trench coat, scarf and high heels. The coat was just short enough that it showed the tops of my stockings when I sat down. After a very brief discussion about what was going on with the case, Rubbing my stocking legs up and down, I proposed that he tie me up to help me with my reporter woes I knew the kind of man he was, he'd do it. Even if it were to call his brother, Mr. Big Boss, after I left and tell him that he tied up his favorite secretary. There is nothing like brothery love.
I showed him the items I brought with me and then stood up and unbuttoned my coat. I was wearing a tight white blouse, wide black belt, and short tight black skirt. The edges of my garters were a little longer than my skirt. Mr. Little didn't waste anytime getting to work on my bondage. He welded my arms together by using three different ropes : above and below my elbows and my wrists. He then took the scarf I was wearing and gagged me with it. Mr. Little wrapped wide microfoam, tight around my mouth. I started to feel more at ease which each wrap.
He then had me sit back on his couch while he tied my legs together. Each time his hand passed in between my legs, I could feel the temperature of the room raise. I threw my head back and reveled in the tightness of the leg bondage. He applied rope at my thighs, above and below my knee, calves, and then an ankle tied that looped my red high heels into it. He grabbed the base of my ponytail and held my head back as he unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my black bra.
He was there and then he was gone. He tied me up and left me in his living room without another word. Mr. Little was a strange man. I struggled on the couch before moving to the floor in front of it. My legs were tied so tight together that it was hard to move anywhere. In my struggles, my skirt lifted up over my ass showing my garters, stockings, and thong. I was wearing a very nude color pantyhose under my stockings. It was something I like doing because I liked the way the stockings and pantyhose felt as I walked. The silky of each rubbing up and down on each other as I clicked my way across the office in my high heels. Sounds escaped my gagged mouth as I enjoyed struggling in the tight bondage. I was very thankful that Mr. Little took the time to help me with my frustration. I wonder how I could pay him back?
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