I fought with her to keep my legs free, because that was what she wanted. I am a tall, strong man, and it was not easy for her to pull my feet towards the low metal knob at each corner of the foot of the bed.

Her hair became ruffled again, she began panting, and a flush crept over her face as she exerted herself, pulling at my leg with both hands. Or maybe the flush was due to her giggling and laughing.

But in the end she got her own way. She had taken two short chains from the drawer, and to each chain was attached a leather strap. One strap went around my ancle, the other around the knob on the bed corner.

Finally all the straps were fastened, and my legs were spread wide. It was not possible to hide anything under the red satin scarf. Both my captor and whoever was watching on the webcam could clearly see how exited I was.

I closed my eyes in embarassement.