Spreadeagled & Boots Pulled Off

I wake up tied spreadeagled to a bed, but blessedly still fully clothed. Thank goodness! I'm not happy for long though, one of the wicked henchmen who brought me here returns, and starts untying one of my ankles. I soon lose hope that he's planning to set me free, though, because he immediately starts trying to pull ,my boot off. This is the beginning of a mammoth struggle; the boots are tight and I'm in no mood to be cooperative! Sadly, in the end, he manages to succeed, whereupon he moves straight over to the other foot, with the same dastardly purpose! What a BEAST!! I'm glad I scolded him all the way through!