Mia That's Fake

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My girlfriend Mia is sitting on the couch in a black bodysuit and sheer pantyhose, her dark hair falling across her shoulders. I ask what she's watching and she gestures at the TV where a B-movie plays, explaining that some helpless victim is duct-taped in a basement. "It's so fake," she says with an eye roll. "Anyone could get out of that." I feel a mischievous smile spread across my face as I challenge her to prove it. Mia, always competitive, agrees without hesitation. I retrieve the silver roll of duct tape from the junk drawer, the distinctive ripping sound filling the room as I methodically wrap the tape around her torso, binding her arms against her sides. The tape makes a tight seal against the slick fabric of her bodysuit as I wind it from her waist to just below her shoulders. I secure her knees together, then her ankles, watching her eyes widen as she realizes how thorough I'm being. When I press a final piece across her lips, muffling her protests, I announce she has one hour to free herself. Behind the gag, her eyes narrow dangerously as she tests the bonds and finds them unyielding. I blow her a kiss as I walk away, ignoring her muffled threats. This will teach her about "easy escapes."