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Ivan sure picked a feisty one this time! But when he saw Whitney walking down the street in that sexy satin outfit and stilettos that show off her shapely legs, he simply couldn't resist.  He followed her until the ideal moment for him to snatch her quietly and quickly, and brought her back to his house.  Dragging her into the bedroom to subdue her wild fighting,  he throws her down on the bed, her blond hair flying. She kicks and struggles, making it hard for Ivan to tie her up, since he doesn't want to hurt her - yet.  Perhaps he underestimated how much trouble this one would be, but that's okay, he likes a challenge.  It's all the more fun when he does break them, after all.  He manages to pin one wrists against her ass and put a rope around it, taking advantage of a momentary lull in her fighting.  She says she'll place nice now, but Ivan knows it's just until she catches her breath - by then he'll have her hands tied though.  Sure enough, as he ties the knot, she slowly fights to pull one leg out from under him, flexing her calf and thigh, reminding Ivan why he was so attracted to her in the first place.  So he grabs both legs, pulls them straight, pins her ankles between his knees, and starts to wrap rope just above her strong calves.  A woman's strength may be in her legs, but Ivan's are still stronger, so even though Whitney attempts to pull her legs free again, he still gets them tied securely - partly because Whitney discovers a somewhat looser coil in the rope around her wrists, and twists until she can reach it to slip it over her knuckles. It takes a lot of squirming and careful pulling, but eventually she manages to slide one hand free, the rope still tight around her other wrist. Ivan isn't too concerned - he knows he's almost done with her knees, and getting one part of her contained makes it a lot easier to deal with the rest. 

"You think you have me, huh?" Whitney taunts, puling the rope off her other wrist. Ivan knows he doesn't have her yet, but it's only a matter of time. He starts another rope around her waist, her legs still pinned between his, then bends her knees and wraps the rope around her ankles, the start of a nice hogtie for this sassy bitch.  Whitney starts to demand he let her go, declaring, "This isn't funny!" Just because he's mean, Ivan digs his fingertips into Whitney's side, tickling her and making her laugh as if it is actually funny. He snatches one hand while she's laughing, tying it into the hogtie first, then the other hand, until Whitney gives in.  "Okay, okay, you win!" She tries to talk her way out of the situation now, saying he's right, there is more than one way to tie a bitch, how ironic, "let me go!" But Ivan has other plans, especially after seeing just how sexy she is tied up. The hogtie really highlights her assets: great legs, shapely and strong; nice plump ass, great for groping and spanking; hot little body over all.  Now that she's not struggling quite so much, he wants to put those hot stilettos back on her, but can only see one shoe.  He starts with that, putting it back on one cute foot, then lifts and shifts the bed to find the second shoe to put back on her foot.  "Thank you... I think..." Whitney is confused by the apparent kindness, so goes on, "Please, you can let me go now. You've won; I'm tapping out." He ties the heels onto her feet so she doesn't lose them again.


"You're damn right I won," Ivan tells her, "And you've lost.  What does that mean?"
"It means... it means... whatever you want it to mean!"
"Exactly! I can do whatever I want."
Whitney whimpers, "Okay, I get it."
"What do you think I want?" Whitney doesn't know, so Ivan tells her, "I want you all tied up."
"But I AM all tied up..."
"So I'll let you go then, right?"
Whitney is confused again.  "Why would you let me go if you wanted me all tied up?"
"Exactly!" Now Ivan's just fucking with her.
"That's not fair!" Of course not, but life's not always fair, and Ivan's always an asshole.  Just to prove his point, he grabs a ball gag and crams it into Whitney's mouth.  Much better! Now that he can't hear her bitch anymore, he tilts her onto her side and slides her shiny gold shirt off her shoulders and pulls her pretty tits out while she whimpers and whines from behind the gag. With a rough shove she's back on her stomach, and Ivan goes off to get things ready. 
"If you get loose I'll give you a prize," Ivan taunts as he leaves.
Whitney squirms and wiggles, but now that she's all tied up, there's no easy way to slip out of any rope, no leverage to pull free, no way out but with Ivan's permission. Whitney is stuck.


Ivan is really liking his new toy, and might have to keep her around a while longer than usual.  "The question is, do I need to use rope to keep you around, or if I let you go will you just stay around?" Whitney sees her opportunity, and nods while he squeezes her calves. "Will you? Do what I tell you to do, stay in my house, take care of me, stuff like that?" She agrees again. "Until when? Until you can escape?" Whitney shakes her head. "No? See, if you had said yes, I would have trusted you, 'cause I know you wouldn't lie to me.  But you lied to me." So rope it is.  But now it's time to play - he'll take her to his bedroom now - this bedroom is the one she'll be staying in, but he has a lot more fun stuff in his bedroom, including places and ways to tie her to the bed. He slides her to the edge of the bed, then picks her up and starts to put her over his shoulder, but between her satin clothing and her sweat from fighting him so hard, she's a little slick, and he has to grip tighter to be able to get her over his shoulder, making her scream in terror.  Play time!