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My husband works all the time. I am at home dressed in a slinky red satin cocktail dress and sexy strappy stiletto heels.  I am so bored waiting for your husband coming from work. He promised to be home at six and I only have two more hours to wait.  I am thinking about when we were younger and that my husband was a fan of  bondage, but it's been many years and we haven't done it.  I decide to surprise him. I remember that my son the policeman has forgotten his police handcuffs at my home last week.  I find them and decide to tie up myself so that your husband will find me tightly tied in the living room.  First of all, I hide the handcuff keys over a very high cabinet so that I won't be to reach them and spoil the surprise. I find a very long wire speaker wire, sit on the coach and start to tie with the long wire up my legs - I cross my ankles and slowly bind my legs up to my calves.  The wire is cutting deep into my skin and I know this will make him excited. I handcuff my wrists behind my back and the metal is tightened so that my wrists don’t move inside the cuffs.  Oh yes - I'm satisfied about my bondage and surprise even though I realize that it will take almost two hours before my husband comes home from work.  I'm now unable to do anything and the bondage is very painful. I try to move from the coach and to get up onto my feet, but it is impossible and I fall seated, beginning to think that I've made an enormous mistake. I say to myself two hours shall end quickly. But this is not true: every minute feels like an hour.  The telephone rings and I am obviously unable to reach it and the answering machine starts and I listen the voice of my husband saying that he has to leave immediately to fly to New York for an important business meeting and he stay there for at least three days!! I sob and cry desperately and wonder what to do in order to be rescued. I hear some strange noises coming from the XXXX door and I am very frightened. A burglar is entering my home and he is very surprised and somehow amused at my situation. I big him to help me, but he obviously doesn’t care at all and takes a ballgag and shoves it into my mouth and wraps silver duct tape all around my head.  He manhandles and gropes my body and then carries me to a chair and tapes my body to it. I am helpless and scared and sobbing through the gag and the bondage.  He begins to search my home looking  for all the valuables.  He finds our safe and carries it.  He comes back to where he has secured me.  He molests me opening my blouse, tormenting my tits, threatening to suffocate me.  He finally kisses me on the gag and goes away.  I remain desperately and inescapably tied to the chair and I cannot move.  I realize that my torture will endure for three days, until my husband comes back home.