“They’re Fine. Just Don’t Untie Them.”

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“Now follow me and I’ll show you where the cat food is…”

I follow Steve out of his front room, where there are three women, helplessly bound, blindfolded, gagged, and covered in sweat, struggling. The second we’re clear of that room, I grab his shoulder and ask: “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Oh, didn’t I mention I have a cat?”

“I don’t give a fuck about your cat!”

“Then maybe I should find someone to watch my place who isn’t an animal hater, geez!”

“Wait! Steve! No! I love Mixie. I always have. It’s just… you’re kinda ignoring something pretty fucking important here… or should I say three things… currently in your front room?”

“Like what?”

“Like, why are there three women, tied up, gagged, and struggling on your couch, all covered in sweat?!?!”

“Ya kinda answered your own question there. They’re covered in sweat because they’re struggling so much. Now, the cans claim to be easy to open, but they rarely are, which is why I also have a can opener to fall back on…”

“STOP!”

“Then don’t use the can opener if you’re gonna be stubborn! Should I get someone else to watch my place, because you really don’t seem to be too interested in…”

“STEVE! THE WOMEN! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE THREE WOMEN?”

“Calm down. Those three really don’t count as women…”

“WHAT?!?!”

“Women, ya see… women are for fucking… and I really can’t fuck those three, because the blonde is my Cousin, and the other two are her best friends.”

“YOUR COUSIN? WAIT! Why can’t you fuck the two that aren’t your Cousin?”

“You don’t listen too well, do you? They’re her best friends. If I go sticking my dick in her best friends, I will 100% lose my balls. So… the clock on the microwave is off by an hour, cause I never learned how to change it. Try not to panic and think you’re late. Can’t wait till November 1st, that’s for sure…”

“You’re about to lose your balls if you don’t give me some straight fucking answers right fucking now! WHY… ARE… THEY… TIED… UP… AND… ON… YOUR… COUCH?”

“Because I already made my bed, and the couch is more comfortable than the floor.”

“My fault for combining two questions into one. WHY… ARE… THEY… TIED… UP?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“NO! THAT’S WHY I’M ASKING!”

“Because they like to be tied up, and I’m skilled in the ways of making sure they can’t get loose no matter how much they struggle. Are we good, because I haven’t had a chance yet to explain these three switches, and how the middle one doesn’t do anything… that I know of?”

“Not really… I’m still confused about the… people on your couch?”

“They’re fine. Just don’t untie them. They’ll do their best to make you think they want you to untie them, but don’t let them fool ya. This is what they want… shit! I’m running late! See ya tomorrow!” Steve runs out the door. “Don’t forget to feed Mixie!”

And… he’s… gone…

“What the fuck is going on? What did I just get myself into?”

Immediately, I go back into Steve’s front room and can’t stop staring at the three stunning, helpless women. I can call them that… because none of them are my Cousins. I stare at them struggling like crazy.

My heart is pounding even more than it was trying to get any fucking answers out of Steve. Oddly, as far as I can tell, they’re acting like they don’t even know I’m here? Wait… are those earplugs? Fuck! They have earplugs!”

I move to see the brunette’s ears, but her hair is covering them. I have to assume she also has earplugs in. At first, I was about to take out one of the plugs from the blonde, but I decided to switch to the redhead and move to the other end of the couch. I’m walking extra slow and quietly until I realize that if they didn’t hear all the yelling, they’re not gonna hear me walking.

My God! My God! My God! They are SO FUCKING SEXY! My urges right now to touch them are off the charts!

As expected, all three have earplugs. Between her struggles and squirms, I pull one plug out of the redhead’s ear, causing her to jerk at my touch.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you… I’m…”

And she goes into panic mode! As much as her struggles were intense before, her new show is completely overshadowing her original battle for freedom.

“Please calm down… I promise I won’t hurt you…”

She twists to show me her helplessly bound wrists, shaking them at me, signalling for me to let her go.

“I’m sorry… but I can’t…”