When I was still in high school, my dad walked in on me in the middle of an act of self-bondage, tied with ropes we'd usually use to dock the family's jetski's on vacation, gagged and blindfolded with some t-shirt's I'd had lying around, covered in a pile of blankets at the bottom of a very large cardboard box. TERRIFYING. Thanks to those blankets, he didn't see a thing; my muffled mumbling quickly attributed to a poor night's sleep in a cardboard box, he yelled a bit and grumbled away to work.
Hahaha, any coincidence that this was a school "in-service" day? My mistress didn't even get a chance to untie me...
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