It was a hot summer day somewhere in Alabama, USA. My wife and I we spend some day on the ranch of our friend Elaine Hensley, who once had made a lot of money with bondage video clips. My wife and I we had come to know her on occasion of an interview for a press article about bondage we had made with her some years ago. Later on Elaine had converted to Christ and we had done some missionary work and welfare projects together. Now we were coming home from a long horse ride. When we entered Elaine's ranch house we heard a sharp, menacing voice:
"No move sissies. Hands up"
Our hostess Elaine, my wife and I, we did as we were told and raised up our hands, trembling on our whole body.
"Who...who are you? What are you doing in my house?""Stupid question, bondage queen. I know you've a lot of cash money in your safe. You'll open it for me, won't you. But first you'll tie up Mr and Mrs Chicken, here. Time to refresh memories, isn't it hahaha!"
Very soon my wife and I we were desperately struggling in tight bondage and as soon as Elaine had opened her safe she was forced to join us in our tough bondage distress. Some time later the intruder had left and we were struggling in vain against our tight bonds. Elaine had probably been tied up a thousand times during her career and also my wife and I, we had attained most of our Christian humility due to some very tough lessons in most severe and tough bondage. So once again we beared our fate with patience and after some hours, one of Elaine's daughters found us and released us...
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