I've just gotten up from a long nap and you remind me of an evening engagement that I'd completely forgotten about. Time to get dressed! Off with my robe, and now to put on my sheer red thong and bra, sleeveless top, denim shorts, socks and boots. After braiding my hair, I fashion a kerchief out of a large red scarf and place it around my neck. Voila! I'm a cowgirl! When I return, I find a box filled with rope and you tell me that since I'm a cowgirl, you want to do some rope practice. Even though we don't have the time, you insist, and before I know what's going on, I find my ankles bound together with rope! Okay, you've had your fun - it's time for us to go to the party. After a while, I get the impression that we're not going to the party at all, and you intend to tie me up completely. I say you've had your fun, but you're not interested in what I have to say, and I soon find myself gagged with a scarf. After watching me struggle for a while, you continue binding more and more of my body until there's no escaping from the chair. Eventually I'm able to wriggle my way out of the gag and I plead with you to untie me, but you're enjoying it all too much.
