Glamour bondage by Uncle M

Most people have normal hobbies. I knit, read, and enjoy all forms of music. I can often be found listening to music in a coffee shop while knitting or reading, or just enjoying some down time. Wait, let me rephrase that: I USED to be found listening to music in a coffee shop, but now I’m trying my best to hide from Uncle M. For some reason, he keeps finding me. It’s like his hobby is finding me and tying me up. Doesn’t he have anything better to do? Well, I guess not. And I now have a new acronym for him: DOM. Dirty Old Man. And he is. Why on earth would his hobby be tying up a helpless female? So why do I mention hobbies? Because he found in a knitting shop on my lunch break and proceeded to tie me up in their warehouse! The bloody shop keeper was in on it! So I found myself tied, gagged, and put on an empty work table. And then he tells me I’ll be there until my lunch break was over and I went back to work, but I wasn’t allowed to make any noise in the meantime. Okay, fine, I could be quiet. Or, at least, I thought I could. That’s when the Dirty Old Man started tickling me. It was all I could do not to scream for the forty five minutes of tickling he put me through. I was crying. I might have pissed myself at some point, but I didn’t scream. I was learning. Follow what he says and I’ll get out sooner rather than later. And he did let me out. Even better, he bought me the yarn I had been looking at when he showed up. Maybe being his hobby wasn’t such as bad thing. Well, that’s what I thought until I found the note that said ‘See you soon.’