You arrive home from work to find noise coming from the cupboard, you go to check it out to find me tied in a tight strappado, making me stand on my tip toes. I mumble through my gag that we have been robbed and beg you to untie me quickly. You stand watching me struggle, getting close ups of my tied feet, hands and gagged mouth. I moan and struggle, wanting to be untied. You finally let my hands down but don’t untie them, I ask you to remove my gag. After my mouth is free I start to hop around the flat telling you about all the stuff the robber took. You follow me into the bedroom, all the while you’re just staring at my tied feet. I feel ashamed that I couldn’t stop the robber and insist that you tie me up in a tight hogtie on the floor and leave me there all night as my punishment After I am helplessly tied on the floor you get to enjoy me struggling on the ground from all angles. After a while you untie the hogtie and put me back in the cupboard. I struggle around on my knees, showing off my feet for you. It ends by you shutting the door to the cupboard, I should have learnt my lesson my morning.