"Nnnhhh! NNnnhhhmmph! MMmmphhh!"
I struggle and thrash against the ropes, thrusting and shifting in my chair as the sight of my precious gals being humiliated by those wicked brats play out on the monitor in front of me. I'm helpless to do anything but watch, but I still continue, writhing and squirming and thrashing in the chair. The ropes hold me tight, seemingly getting tighter the harder I struggle, and the more I move and shift about in the wooden chair the more this insidious knot that's tied between my thick thighs rubs and grinds into my sex. Rubbing, grinding, rubbing, and.. grinding.. I bite down on my panties that Momo had stuffed deep into my mouth earlier, and I let out a muffled moan when suddenly my whole bound body tenses up. I stare into the monitor, watching my precious daughter and my lovely Katie get tormented and humiliated, forced into servitude by these wicked, naughty brats, and then my eyes shut tight. I tilt my head back and a luscious moan erupts from my gagged mouth as shameful pleasure overwhelms me...
"NNnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm.."
I slump HARD against my chair in a heap of exhaustion, so hard that the chair tilts on its back legs. Suddenly, the chair TIPS backward and it SLAMS into the ground, with me tied to it! I'm still coming down from that numbing climax when the chair collides into the ground, and my bound body bounces somewhat upon the hard floor before it sinks into the ground. I whimper and and moan and roll onto my side, trying to catch my breath - wait, roll onto my side? I shouldn't be able to roll onto my side if my upper body is tied to the chair--
I gasp, and glance down, realizing that the chair had BROKEN in he landing! The ropes no longer hold me bound to my seat, though the rest of my buxom body is still trussed up. My hands are tied behind my back and my legs are tied at the ankles and above and below my knees. My upper body is bound in an intricate Shibari-style rope harness, the silken cords wrapping around my collared neck, around my upper arms, wrapping around my luscious tits and criss-crossing down and around my stomach, lower back and shapely hips. It ends in that stringent crotch-tie that must now be soaked in my juices. I shut my eyes and feverishly work on freeing my hands. They've loosened a bit in the landing, and I think I can slip a hand free..Yes! I manage to pull my left hand out, though the ropes still tightly wind around my right hand. I sit up quickly and start to untie my legs until they're free of the silk bindings. I then pull the leopard print scarf down from over my mouth, gasping as I spit out my panties. I let the scarf hang around my neck and I take in a few deep breaths, finally having freed myself. Well, somewhat, the rope harness is still tied around my upper body along with the crotch-tie and the collar around my throat. I glance up at the monitor and frown. There's no time to get out of these bindings now, I can move my legs and my arms somewhat. I have to help my Silk gals! My daughter needs her Mama!
Staggering to my feet, I move to the dressing room door and practically rip it open, moving as quickly as I can down the hall, my white heels clicking noisily as I race to the ring! Still wrapped in the silk rope harness and crotch-tie, still collared and still wearing this skimpy, ruffled French Maid uniform, I rush toward the ring..
