4K Version Missy was on the phone to her best friend to show off her brand new suba wetsuit. Starting in a bikini she squeezes and wiggles into the tight fabric. Missy show it off, admiring how it hugged her form. But suddenly she hears a noise echoed from downstairs. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. The sound came again—a soft thud, followed by the faint creak of a door. She ending the call and listened intently. Curiosity and a twinge of fear pushed her to the door. But as soon as she reached for the handle, everything went dark. She was no longer standing at the door but lying on the cold, hard floor. Panic set in as she realized her hands, knees and feet were bound tightly with tape. The scuba suit, once comfortable, now felt like a tight trap, making moving much more difficult. The room was silent except for the muffled sound of her own breathing and moaning. Missy strained against the tape, her wrists burning with each futile attempt to free herself. After a while my wetsuit hood is pulled up over my head and the tape wrapped around to muffle my moans further. She is left to struggle and wimper when finally she manges to snap he wrist restraints. She makes quick work of removing the rest of the tape and stripping out of the now hot and sticky wetsuit.  I have to call my friend back. She never guess what just happend to me.