hamster101us

This photo reminds me of a peril game I played in grade school. My older cousin grabbed me and took me to the basement, telling me we would pretend I was Wonder Woman. He tied me on the floor of a storage closet, between two posts that held up the shelves. My wrists tied together past one post, then he pulled my body tight and tied my ankles together beyond the other post. As I tested the rope around my wrists, my cute white Keds and bobby socks were hopelessly secured. His younger sister joined us and watched as I was forced by his greater strength to submit to this bondage. Chuckling like a TV villain, he pulled out an LP record, ran a cord through the hole, and then looped the cord over the bottom shelf. As I looked on in trepidation, he hung that villainous device between my calves. He told me this buzzsaw would soon slice me in half. He slowly ran his fingertips along my legs, pressed into my crotch, and passed between my growing breasts (gently brushing them, that

I recall watching Saturday morning cartoons and seeing Daphne in an exciting peril. But try as I might, I have never seen it documented anywhere. Daphne and the gang were investigating a Mexican temple when the villain appeared and kidnapped Daphne. The gang saw her gagged and tied standing spread eagle between two columns at the top of the temple. A crystal was focusing the sun's rays into a tight beam near her feet. As the sun rose, the sunbeam would pass between her feet, rise between her spread legs, and slice her in half. Her friends were on the ground, too far away and too many temple steps away from the imperiled damsel as the villain gloated over her incipient doom. They could only watch helplessly as Daphne struggle in her bondage as her gag quieted her cries for help. Having never found it as an adult, was my young girl's memory incorrect? Did this peril occur to another damsel, like Josie and the Pussycats, or someone else? Does anyone know where I could find

I spent part of the afternoon thinking about myself in peril bondage and got so excited that I can barely stand it. ... I imagined being tied down in a villain's lair, dressed in a high cut leotard and nylons. The villain likes to look at my patent black heels as he strokes and caresses my body. He has tied my ankles with my legs spread and secured my wrists inches away from my hips. I have no way to resist his explorations. This masked man is very muscular and had little difficulty overpowering me. I left the gym feeling invigorated and looking gorgeous. He scooped me off my feet, taking me away as I tried to scream through his hand over my mouth and his strong arm wrapped around my pretty dress. We reached his secret place as I lay in his backseat bound and gagged. My dress now tossed aside, he secures me to a long table as he described lusting after me in my leotard, enthusiastically leading my dance class. I tell him I am happily married to another powerful man, I cannot