It's been 6 months since I broke up with my awful boyfriend, and we've not been in contact. But he's tracked me down, and while I'm resting in my bedroom, he gains access to my house, and wakes me up in the least welcome fashion I've ever experienced. I'm horrified to discover he's arrived back in my life, particularly since he seems bent on revenge, and has come equipped with a large supply of rope, and some newly acquired and alarming skills. At first, I try to reason with him, hoping he'll stop tying me up so I can convince him to go away. But things don't go as planned for me - he's disinterested in my negotiations, and soon my arms are tied tightly and agonisingly behind my back. He quickly ties my legs just as tightly, and my attempt to fight him just encourages him to slap me in the face. But just when I'm hoping he's planning to just leave me tied up, things take a disturbing turn. He rips off my dress, tears my pantyhose apart, and despite my desperate struggles, he snips off my panties too. Adding powerful nipple clamps to my bare breasts, he then produces an obscenely large cock gag which I'm sure will make it impossible for me to breathe. A battle of wills ensues, but he wins, and within a few seconds I'm gagging on a huge silicone protrusion which reaches down my throat and terrifies me into thinking I'm going to be sick. With drool escaping around the gag, and tears filling my eyes, I can only hope to make an escape once he leaves. But as soon as I've found his scissors, he's back to confiscate them, and to make the already painful rope bondage even more unbearable, and entirely inescapable.