Nadia Lottery Ticket

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In the heart of the afternoon, my neighbor Nadia White graced my doorstep, her smile as sweet as honey. Her real intention, however, was as dark as poison. She had heard the whisper of my lottery win, and her eyes darted around the room, settling on the winning ticket like a moth to a flame. Little did she know, I was watching her from the shadows.

I re-entered the room, my footsteps echoing like a countdown. "Nadia," I said, my voice a low rumble, "You wouldn't know anything about my missing ticket, would you?" Her eyes widened in feigned surprise, but I wasn't fooled. "No, of course not," she protested, her voice as thin as silk.

"Prove it," I challenged, my gaze unwavering. She hesitated, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. But she knew she was caught, and slowly, she began to disrobe. First, her shoes, kicked off as if they were mere nuisances. Then, her shirt, slid off her shoulders like a whisper. Finally, her skirt, shimmied down her legs, revealing the ticket, stuffed hastily into her pantyhose.

A surge of anger and excitement coursed through me. Nadia needed to be taught a lesson. I grabbed my rope, the fibers rough against my palms. With quick, efficient movements, I bound her wrists and ankles, securing her in a tight hogtie. Her protests were muffled by a strip of micro foam tape, her voice now a mere hum.

Even in her helpless state, Nadia tried to plead her innocence, her eyes wide and imploring. But I was enjoying the sight of her struggle too much. Her body wriggled, her muscles tensed and flexed, her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. She was a sight to behold, a masterpiece of desperation.

Now, the only question remained: how long should I keep her like this? The power was thrilling, the control exhilarating. The clock ticked on, marking each second of Nadia's predicament, and I couldn't help but smile.