I came home from the gym and jumped right in the shower. My Owner said He had errands for us to run in the afternoon so I tried to be quick about it. I had just about finished blowing out my hair when the door burst open and in came my Owner. He put a scarf gag in my mouth, picked me up and carried me downstairs where there was a bag of rope waiting for me. I had only put on my socks before He grabbed me and was thrown down naked onto the living room. He made fast work getting me into the hogtie, no matter how I thrashed about. He’s too strong and He easily overpowers my tiny frame pulling my legs up and binding my hands to them. He knows that’s not the end of my fight, and I’ll struggle against the ropes and drag myself around the floor trying to break free. I love feeling the taut pull of the lines against my torso as I strain and the rope bristle against skin when I wriggle against it. I can’t help but like it, when my Owner mocks me and gropes me however the fuck He wants, as I struggle beneath Him. I won’t be distracted though and keep fighting against the rope. Surely I can free myself and get back to the afternoon errands.