As Carolyn was being strapped down to the table, she was beginning to have second thoughts. She was an investigative reporter looking into the dis-appearances of several young women over the past few months. She suspected that a local S/M club was a hub for human trafficking, and may have been related to the missing women. She decided to pose as a client to see what information she could gather.
Tightly strapped to the table, the dominatrix began to lightly whip her...she had requested a mild BDSM session, but wasn't expecting to be strapped down so tightly. She decided it was time to bail...
"Um...could you please untie me...I'm feeling king of uncomfortable..."
The dom just laughed at her
"We know who you are. We don't get many women clients, and you certainly don't fit the profile of someone who would show up here. And no, I'm not going to untie you...you've gotten to close to our very profitable enterprise, and there's no we can let you go. We'll deal with you after closing, now that you're properly secured. Now excuse me, I have other clients to attend to.
As the door slammed shut, Carolyn tried desperately to free herself, but it was hopeless. She had been inescapably bound by a professional dominatrix, there was no way she could free herself. No one knew where she was as well...she didn't want anyone to know where she was going...it began to dawn on her that there was no way out.
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