Closing the Deal, part 2 | bondage story | straitjacket, heels, gag, boots

"If you trust your judgment in me that much, why don't you give up your safeword completely for the remainder of your straitjacket time?" I lured her.

"Oh no. You won't trick me that easily sweetie," she said as she saw through my plan, "You only want my safeword so you can bust my limits. I know how much you want to go extreme on me, even for only an hour or two, but I didn't give you limits to just ignore and abuse them."

We continued our verbal teasing and sparring for quite a while longer. Jesse was careful with what she dared me to do and avoided putting her foot in her mouth.

After breakfast, she plopped down on the couch while I turned the TV to the animal channel for her. I put the dishes into the dishwasher and cleaned up. I checked my email and chatted for a couple of minutes with a few friends on the Internet. About an hour and two resume submissions later, I went back to Jesse.

I sat next to her on the couch and she dropped her head in my lap, resting and watching television. I stroked her hair and asked her if there was anything she wanted. "I want you to eat me out please," she said and blushed a little.

"You're helpless, so that's a big favour to ask me. But I tell you what, I will lock your high-heeled boots on your feet and then I'll eat you out. How does that sound?" I asked. Jesse whined and complained and tried to bargain with me. She hated those 4.5'' stiletto heels. They hurt her feet when she stood on them, but I wouldn't budge. Eventually she gave in. I got her high heels from her wardrobe and put them on her feet, laced them up and locked the ankle straps with 2 padlocks each. I love the look of her standing in high stiletto heels, but she hates wearing them.

She stood up and twirled around so I could admire her, then sat down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs so I had all the access I'd need. The straps of the straitjacket pushed aside as much as possible to open up her sex for my tongue. I sat down and started by lapping at her cunt. This got Jesse squirming and her breath started to become erratic. Then I let my tongue explore and probe, deeper and deeper like a trapped snake trying to find its way. My teeth gently scratched while my lips nibbled. Jesse loved it, that's for sure. She couldn't sit still and wrapped her legs around me, trying to get me tighter against her. A soft moan came out of her mouth At regular intervals and she struggled in her bonds. Her face was an indication of lust, as were the juices I fed myself on.

Orgasm took quite a while, but she begged me to continue after the first orgasm. She just loved it. Practice makes perfect and boy, had she forced me to practice on her...

Eventually I was too tired to continue though. Jesse had a glazed and happy look in her eyes. I joined her on the couch as we hung back, my arms wrapped around her and her head leaning on my chest. "I love you so much sweetie," she said.

After we had enjoyed our lazy snuggling for about an hour while we talked dreamily about our love, past bondage sessions and plans for future bondage sessions, I got up and made lunch for the two of us. As I fed Jesse her lunch, she asked me to see if I could massage her arms a little. She was getting stiff and sore inside her restraints but didn't want to be released just yet. I rubbed her arms and shoulders as best as I could, and I could see on her face that it helped just enough to make a difference. She then asked if I could please take off the boots, but I refused.

After lunch, I told Jesse that since I had nothing better to do, I might as well go to town and pick up some stuff so I could work on our basement. It was destined to become our playroom but there was a lot of work to be done. Jesse wasn't too happy about me having to leave the house for a while and asked if I could free her from her straitjacket so she could at least help with the shopping. I declined her offer but told her she could come along with me if she wanted to in her straitjacket and boots.

Before I left, I helped Jesse into a pair of jeans that covered part of her boots and a little of the straitjacket. She looked wonderful and I decided that she was coming with me on this little trip. She protested as I pushed her towards the car, teetering on her heels. I ended up putting her over my shoulder and carrying her into her seat. I put the seatbelt around her and got into the car myself while Jesse was yelling at me. "Relax sweetie, with your back to the seat, the straps can't be seen at all and it just looks like you have your arms crossed unless people look closely. While we're driving nobody will notice. And when we get into town, I'll cover you with a blanket and you can pretend to sleep," I told her.

I got the glare of doom and a small shiver went up my spine. I would pay for doing this to her. Jesse gave me the silent treatment and didn't say anything at all during our trip to the DIY store. The parking lot was quiet and I parked where nobody was walking around at that time, then covered Jesse with the blanket. "Hurry back sweetie," she said. I kissed her passionately on her mouth before I locked the car doors behind me.

It's a good thing we have a large car, with a carrier on the roof. By the time I was done, it was packed with large pieces of thick foam, some wood, tools, paint, glue, hooks, rings. Almost everything I think that was needed in our playroom.

As we drove home, I pulled Jesse's blanket away so I could stare and admire her again.

When we got home, I unloaded the car and took everything to the basement. When I was done, I helped Jesse go to the restroom. I gave her another semi-massage when she asked me to let her out, but didn't let her out of her straitjacket or heels.

After feeding Jesse dinner, piece by piece, I cleaned up while she lay/sat down on the couch, watching television. After cleaning, I went downstairs to the basement to start working on our playroom. An hour and a half later, Jesse teetered in, her face a grimace of pain due to the high heels. She had managed to climb down the stairs and walk to the basement rooms in them. I felt so proud when I saw her standing there. I held out my arms as she moved slowly towards me, falling into my arms and I held her in a tight hug and kissed her.

"Hiya beautiful! What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I told her.

Jesse groaned: "I missed you sweetie. These heels are killing me. Please unlock them sweetie."

"Why don't you lie down on that mattress sweetie?" I replied, trying to avoid having to refuse her yet again. I wasn't about to let her out until she safeworded but hoped it would take another few hours before she would.

Jesse sighed knowingly, and carefully sat down on the mattress in the middle of the room I was working on. She noticed how quickly things seemed to be going. I had the thick padding glued to the walls all around already, with only an opening for the door. I sat down next to her with a few lengths of rope in my hands. Jesse felt a sense of foreboding but let me ease her on her back. I felt for the eyebolts in the floor and shifted Jesse until she was positioned perfectly, then tied her head, chest, neck and waist tightly down. She couldn't move her upper body at all when I was done. I removed her jeans and tied down her knees, ankles and thighs too, spread obscenely.

"Hmmm... I like this," she said with a lustful and playful tone in her voice. I left and returned with shaving cream, razor and after-shave. "Oh no," she groaned. "Please don't shave me. I hate how it itches, sweetie."

"And you know how much I like it. You should just keep yourself smooth so it won't itch," I said. Unable to move at all, Jesse rested in her fate as I lathered up the brush and started to liberally apply shaving cream on her sex. She started to moan again in arousal. She loved the attention she was getting.

Very carefully, I shaved away all the shaving cream, removing all hair while doing so. Feeling evil, I put a little after-shave on my hands and rubbed it into Jesse's crotch. Jesse deeply inhaled as the burning sensation passed and muttered: "You sick bastard... I love you so much."

"I love you so much as well sweetie," I replied as I slowly moved an ice cube around on the skin I had just shaved. Jesse shivered and grinned, saying nothing as I made my circles smaller and smaller and put the ice cube inside her for her to melt. I got up and continued working on the room.

Around 10 PM, I went up to get something to drink, and brought a glass of Sangria along for her. I stared at her beautiful bound form as I helped her sip her drink. "Would you like to sleep down in here tonight, or in the bedroom?" I asked.

"What kind of stupid question is that? You know I want to sleep with you in the bedroom," Jesse replied.

"Well, it just means I am going to let you out now," I answered as I kissed her passionately on her face. Lying semi on top of her, I continued to kiss her and play with her hair.

"Please don't..." she started as I kissed her passionately on her mouth again. I moved to her ear and started to gently nibble on it. She couldn't move out of the way at all and just had to endure the sensations, getting more and more aroused. I felt her hairless pussy and inserted my finger. Jesse tried to move her crotch to my finger as much as the ropes allowed and sighed in frustration as I sat up, kissed her again quickly and started to untie the ropes.

"You insufferable bastard...." she grinned.

"What? Don't you want me to untie you?" I asked. Jesse thought about it, orgasm and spending the night bound tightly to the floor in the basement, or no orgasm and spending the night in bed.

"If you sleep down here next to me, I'd like to stay here," Jesse said with a fake pouty face.

"Deal!" I said and kissed her passionately on the face again. I teased, fingered, nibbled, licked and kissed her to orgasm before I untied the ropes and unbuckled the straitjacket to let Jesse out. "14 continuous hours. Congratulations sweetie. You're at 23 hours now and doing wonderfully," I said proudly.

Jesse beamed proudly and hugged me with all her might. She wrapped her arms around my neck, jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me passionately. "Please unlock the boots too Bill, my feet are sore beyond belief. I know you love the look of these heels, but they're murder," Jesse complained. I removed her boots and massaged some feeling back into her arms, shoulders and feet.

Minutes later, Jesse was helping me put up the canvas-backed leather `wallpaper' over the thick foam covered walls. Together it was difficult enough to put up without any creases, something I wouldn't have managed by myself.

When we were done, we cuddled a little before I put Jesse back into her straitjacket and tied her down securely to the eyebolts on the floor. I covered the two of us with a blanket, rested my arm and head on Jesse's chest and dozed off after a tiring but great day.

Jesse woke up, stiff as a board. Her whole body protested against the bonds that held her tight. I was still sleeping, my head on her chest and my hand on her crotch. She stared at my sleeping body for a while and tried to ignore her protesting muscles. She thought about her ordeal and what else I might have in store for her. Most of all, she thought about her revenge. It would be sweet.

I woke up not much later after having slept for a full 8 hours. I kissed my helpless captive and got up. Jesse protested and begged me to untie her as I walked out of the room.

After washing and making breakfast, I untied the ropes and massaged Jesse as best as I could while she was in her straitjacket. I washed her face for her, brushed her hair and cleaned her up. I fed her breakfast and let Jesse watch television again while I checked my email and started to work on our playroom again.

I unscrewed the eyebolts from the floor and glued two layers of thick but soft foam to the floor, which I covered with canvas backed leather. It wouldn't take long for the glue to dry. I screwed the security cameras to their marked locations on the ceiling and hooked up the wiring I had prepared earlier. Two strong security bars covering the door on the outside later and the padded room was complete.

Next up was the larger basement room from which the padded playroom could be entered. This room too, got the black leather wallpaper, but no padding. When I was doing this, I noticed Jesse standing in the door opening. She had been gazing at me for a while. "Hi handsome. You look so sexy when you're working like that," she said.

I gave her a tight hug. "Care to see how the padded room turned out?" I asked. No awaiting her reply, I lifted her up, opened the door to the padded room and tossed her inside.

"Hey! Be gentle!" she protested as she landed on the soft floor. "Hmm, I like this..." she said as I straddled her, pushing her down a little further into the floor and kissed her passionately.

I quickly got up, stepped out of the door and closed it. Pushing the safety bars into position, the room would've held a bull. I turned on the monitors and watched her. She was trying to get up but without her hands and the thick soft floor, she was having difficulties. Once she got up, she threw herself against the foam on the door, trying to budge it. I only heard a soft thump on the side I was on. Jesse tried again. She yelled something that I couldn't hear. The soundproofing qualities of the thick foam were great. When I turned on the microphones, I heard her yelling: "You utter bastard!" She had a playful tone in her voice and was laughing as she threw herself to the Wall again, then let herself fall to the floor, panting.

I turned off the lights in the padded room and switched the cameras to infrared mode to see how that worked. I could see Jesse struggle in her straitjacket in a bright spectrum of colours. It reminded me of the movie Predator, and I felt like the alien hunter.

When I was done with the walls, I put in the floorboards and checked up on Jesse. On the infrared, I could clearly see that she had calmed down and looked like she was taking a nap.

I carpeted the floor and ceiling with the same black leather material before joining Jesse in the padded room. She woke up to the sensation of me groping her gently and moaned. She tried to flex her arms, which reminded her that she was still straitjacketed. "Make love to me sweetie," she pleaded.

Who was I to refuse? I undressed and made love to her in our padded room. The floor was softer than a regular bed and it was a little awkward at first, but worked out wonderfully. Afterwards, we snuggled and kissed and I listened while she commented on the padded room.

Jesse walked through the house but mostly stayed close as I worked to complete our playroom. Every now and then I scratched her neck and petted her. I put eyebolts in one of the walls so that a person could be spread tightly against the wall in different positions. Several eyebolts in the floor and ceiling made for perfect suspension play.

I gave Jesse a hug and a kiss. "That's enough work for today, time for some food and fun!" I said. I made a simple dinner in the microwave and put it on the table on one plate. Jesse waited for me to hold out a chair for her so she could sit down at the table, but I told her to sit under the table like a pet. I ordered her to unzip me with her mouth and give me a blowjob while I ate dinner. She protested and told me that she was not a pet. I asked her if she wanted to spend the night gagged and hooded in the Padded room. She muttered and started to work on my zipper.

Dinner never was that satisfying before. Once Jesse got my zipper down and was working away with her mouth on my cock, I fed her scraps of food. Partially to make sure she wouldn't get too hungry and partially to give my cock time to relax. I didn't want to come before I had finished my dinner.

After dinner and orgasm, I asked Jesse to continue licking my member. I enjoyed the sensation and was comfortable. It wasn't long before I got hard again when I asked her to stop for now. I had a surprise for her. I told her to sit in front of the couch and went to get her surprise. I placed the gift-wrapped box on the couch and told her to open it. With her mouth, she tore the wrapping off and opened the box. Her eyes nearly popped when she saw what was inside. Several extreme bondage movies. She had told me about wanting to see some porn movies before, but we never got around to buying any. But the last time I was home in the Netherlands, I bought several hardcore bondage/SM movies and had saved them for a special occasion. I held them out for Jesse to look at and she carefully studied the pictures and blurb on the back of each tape. She chose the order in which she wanted to view them and the rest of the night was spent in the bedroom, watching the movies... twice. Before the movies, I had inserted a vibrator into Jesse's pussy and I kept my hand on its controls, pacing it along with the pace of the movies.

The movies were hot and inspiring. Between and during the movies, we both had several orgasms. During the second showing I fell asleep. It had been a very tiring day for me. Jesse stayed awake throughout the movie, her vibrator buzzing at a steady but frustrating pace. The odd thing is that usually she's the one falling asleep during movies while I stay awake.

She woke me up after the movie for a restroom break and to get me to switch the tapes in the VCR. I asked her if she needed a break from her straitjacket and gave her a semi-massage when she told me she would stay in for the night. I stared at her admiring and proud. "I love you so much sweetie," I said as the movie started again. I was asleep before Jesse's batteries ran out. When the movie was done, Jesse rewinded the tape and restarted it, controlling the remote with her nose. She dozed off halfway through the tape and dreamt about sweet revenge...

My dreams worried me a little. The way Jesse had been grinning throughout the rather extreme femdom/malesub movie and the fact that our play area was nearing completion were somewhat disturbing. Jesse is more dominant than I am and usually when we play, I'm the victim. But I realized just how much work I was putting into the play area and how different Jesse was now than she had been before her birthday. The events during her birthday had changed her. She had become more cruel, less merciful and more dominant. While we didn't have a dominant/submissive relationship at all, she had started calling me her slave-boy regularly. And before, whenever I told her about my fantasies of being someday restrained forever, she would just tell me to forget it and how it would never happen. Now, I wasn't so sure. Of course, she wouldn't keep me restrained forever. But mercy was out of the question and my safeword forgotten. And she craved to hold me restrained longer and longer. It wasn't too long ago when she got worried after keeping me restrained for a few hours. That business at her birthday took most of the weekend. I shivered at the thought and opened my eyes to look at Jesse.

I couldn't help but smile. The worries fell away as I saw her beautiful and helpless form. Whatever else might happen, she was mine just as much as I was hers. And whatever we would do to each other would be done with nothing but love in our hearts.

I got up and prepared breakfast. With breakfast ready, I snuggled next to her and waited for Jesse to wake up.

When she awoke, I cheered for her and kissed her passionately. I congratulated Jesse with 32 full hours of staying in her straitjacket at once. She was at 55 hours in total now. I fed her breakfast and snuggled for a few minutes when she asked me if I could let her out of her straitjacket.

I teased and threatened to leave her in, but she looked like she REALLY needed to stretch her arms a little so I freed her from her straitjacket. She cringed as she moved her arms and I carefully rubbed them to loosen up her cramped muscles. We took a shower together in which she let me soap her up and wash her and she washed me, happy to be able to use her arms again. The hot water made her feel a lot better.

After the long shower, Jesse stretched out on our bed for a long massage. She moaned and practically purred as my hands loosened up her muscles.

"That just feels so good sweetie," she said happily. We cuddled together, Jesse's arms wrapped tightly around my body. "The worst about being sj'ed for a long time is not being able to hold you, sweetie," she explained.

I told her how proud I was of her having made it through so many hours already with so few and short breaks.

Jesse thought about it. If she would do the last 17 hours in a single go, she could stay out of her straitjacket until 3 AM. That would give her 17 hours of freedom right now. And she craved revenge... But she decided against it. It wouldn't be enough time for the revenge she wanted. She'd be patient for now.

We got dressed and went shopping for furniture for our playroom. A big solid wardrobe, two bookcases, a wall-mounted safe for keys, an entertainment centre, television, Dolby surround sound and a flat tool storage solution for on the wall. Everything would be delivered the next day.

We had lunch before we returned home where I put Jesse back in her straitjacket. Jesse asked what was next. I told her that this session would be the hardest session for her. She purred and dared me to make it the worst I could make it for her. I happily accepted the dare and got out a pair of 'kinky dice'. One dice had sides with 'kiss, lick, nibble, stroke, pinch and swat' while the other dice had sides with 'lips, nipples, butt, sex, ears, thighs'.

We took turns throwing the dice. She threw them by using her mouth and had to make do. After all, she didn't have her hands at her disposal so whatever she couldn't do to me; I'd do to her. It was arousing to see her wriggle in order to get the dice into her mouth and it was fun to tease her and torture her a little with the things we got to do. It ended after an hour or two when we were just too horny and just needed sexual release.

"That wasn't too bad sweetie. I thought you were going to make this session a nasty one?" Jesse said.

I just chuckled and said, "You are just asking for it, aren't you? Trust me, you won't like it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever," she replied and stuck out her tongue.

Grabbing her head and wrapping my other arm around her, I kissed her passionately on her mouth. I nibbled on her ear and whispered, "Don't say I didn't warn you sweetie."

"No gag!" she suddenly spoke up.

"You wanted nasty, you'll get nasty," I answer.

"No please Bill. Don't gag me. Anything else but no gag," she pleads.

"Anything?" I ask in a mocking tone.

"Almost anything," she said, trying to save herself.

I just chuckled. "I love you sweetie," I said, trying to change the subject.

Jesse just pouts and looks at me proudly. "No please! Not those damn heels again," Jesse whined as I grabbed her foot and put her stiletto high heeled boots on her. I laced up the boot and locked the strap around her ankle. Groaning, Jesse let me put the other boot on her as well.

Step by step, I guided her to the playroom. When I started tying ropes to the eyebolts in the ceiling, she got nervous and started pleading. I ignored her and finished my preparations. I pulled her to her feet, then pulled the ropes past her crotch and back up to the ceiling, where I tied them so that she had to stand up straight on her heels or she'd be suspended by the ropes digging in her crotch. While she begged and pleaded for me to let her sit down, I tied an extra rope from the ceiling to her shoulders so that she couldn't step away from the ropes. A pair of leg cuffs with 12" chain completed her position. She stood on the stiletto high heels, toes pressing into the points of her boots, ropes digging into her crotch.

I took a couple of pictures of her like this while she got upset. She begged and she cried and when I didn't move, she started to curse. There was no playful tone in her voice and I wonder how long it'd take before she'd safeword. She vowed revenge and threatened me, but I just got up, held her in a bear hug and kissed her passionately. I lifted her up an inch with the bear hug and she kissed me back, relieved. As I set her back down on her feet, she asked me for another kiss and I kissed her again, relieving her sore crotch and feet. I held on to her for a minute and offered her a deal. The ball-gag or staying in this position. She refused the gag and I set her down again.

Two minutes later, she cursed at me and asked for the ball-gag. "I didn't hear please," I teased her.

"Please, goddamn-it Bill! Hurry up," she cried out. I bear-hugged and kissed her one last time before I gagged her and put her back down. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man now.

I left her in her position and walked out of the room, a pitiful and heartbreaking moan coming from Jesse's mouth as I left. Inside herself, Jesse was furious at me for doing this to her. She was also pissed off at herself. If only she hadn't been too proud to safeword. She wanted to safeword right now, but the gag had taken her safeword away. I returned two minutes later with the padded leather hood. Jesse never dared to try it on herself as it was too nasty according to her. She continued her rage as I laced the hood tightly onto her head and buckled its straps tightly. I goosed her and she tried to move away.

I heard a sigh of relief as I untied the ropes and helped Jesse fall to the floor. She struggled like a woman possessed to try and get free, the hood keeping her completely blind and the gag underneath preventing speech. I carried her to the padded room where I tied her ankles to her thighs. Spreading her legs, I pushed my cock deeply and rather violently into her pussy.

She struggled as much as she could, but she was helpless to stop me. For me, it only made the experience more enjoyable. When I came, she came together with me.

"See you later sweetie," I said as maniacally as I could. I told her about the bucket in the corner that she could use as her toilet. She'd have a hard time just squirming towards it and actually finding the corner the way she was bound but it would give her something to do. I knew just how much of an impact this message had on her, knowing that she was not going to be released any time soon.

A pitiful whine was cut-off as I closed and locked the door behind me. I felt sorry for her, but she had dared me. I also knew that I had signed my own doom.

Jesse couldn't sleep. She was too wound up. All her muscles were cramped up. From her the balls of her feet all the way up to her jaw muscles. She struggled violently against her restraints with all her might. There was no give. Only her legs flailed around. She was still lying on her back, exactly how I had left her. She moved her legs and tried to twist her body around. She had to get to her stomach somehow so she could crawl around a little. While having to pee in a bucket would be extremely humiliating, she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of her not even able to get to the bucket. She threw her legs from one side to the other, bending her body as much as the straitjacket allowed her to do. She got to her side, but rolled back. Frustrated, she chewed on the ball in her mouth. She threw her legs back, trying to roll over but she just couldn't get enough momentum. The thick, soft floor did not work to her advantage at all.

Eventually she managed to get to her knees by slowly pressing them into the floor and wresting her body upwards, slowly moving her weight towards her knees. Once her legs were pressed firmly into the floor, she quickly shifted her weight forwards and pushed her legs backwards with all her might. This was enough to topple her over and she fell flat on her stomach.

Inch by inch, she squirmed forwards until she got to a wall. Ever so slowly and painstakingly, she squirmed along the wall until her knee felt the opening of the bucket. Jesse rested. Her fight against the restraints in order to move had taken a lot out of her. She relieved herself on the bucket, flushed with embarrassment.

Several hours later, before I went to sleep, I visited Jesse. I rolled her over to her back again. She had moved towards the middle of the room, away from the bucket. The cat-grit and ceiling fan worked well. Spreading her legs, I went to work orally on Jesse's sex. She stopped struggling almost immediately when I started and tried to enjoy herself as much as her sore muscles allowed. After she orgasmed, I went from oral sex to real sex as I could use some sexual release myself. This time, I orgasmed before she did and as I pulled away, Jesse tried to hold on to me but couldn't.

"Is this session nasty enough for you, my pretty?" I asked her sarcastically. Jesse nodded. "Do you want mercy?" Jesse nodded again, but slower. She felt defeated. "You know that when I'm at your mercy, I don't expect you to have any, don't you?" Jesse nodded again, knowing full well that she wouldn't have any mercy at all. I had trained her well in this aspect, simply by calling her a sucker and telling her whenever she let me out that she let me out too easily. Well, until her birthday at least. She learned the lesson well. "I love you sweetie," I said as I started to unlace the hood. I removed Jesse's gag and kissed her passionately on the mouth as she tried to tell me something.

"Thank you sweetie'', she said. "Can you please let my legs go as well?" she continued.

I groped her happily and kissed her again. "What do I get out of it?" I replied evilly.

"A kiss?" she tried. I shook my head.

"If you don't free my legs, I won't take any revenge on you," she said evilly. I laughed and untied her legs. Jesse happily stretched them, trying to get the cramps out. "The boots and jacket stay for the night though. Tomorrow at 8 your sentence will be over," I told her. I got her a glass of wine and toasted to her freedom. She drunk the wine and I kissed her passionately good night before locking her in the padded room. The sounds of her protests went silent as I shut the door. Unknown to Jesse, I left the house that night and went to pick up a special cake I had ordered for her.

I got up early the next morning to prepare a large breakfast. I moved the dinner table to the playroom, moved in two chairs, put the breakfast on the table, lit a few candles and dimmed the lights. Checking upstairs in the mirror, I combed my hair again. Wearing a tuxedo and top hat, I opened the door to the padded room. I woke my pretty lady and escorted her to the table.

I freed Jesse from her boots and as the clock struck 8 AM, I freed her from her straitjacket. I hugged her and kissed her passionately. "Congratulations my love, you made it through your 72 hours within 4 days!" I cheered. As she awoke completely from her sleep, she noticed the tuxedo and luxurious breakfast. She beamed as she read the icing on the large cake. It said, "Paid in full. Thank you".