Vickyís fantasies were filled with images of being tied up and helpless, and little else. She imagined tight ropes on her arms and legs, and the excitement she would feel if that were to happen. Yet, she kept her cravings private, fearing she would be labelled a pervert.
Unexpectedly, an incredible opportunity came her way. The married man next-door had a girlfriend, and apparently he enjoyed nothing better than tying her to the bed. With this information, and pictures of it happening, how could he not agree to assist in turning Vickyís fantasies into reality? How could he possibly object? Except, having sex with Vicky was not an option. She made that quite clear. Twice a week, she agreed with him, she would climb over his fence and sneak into his house where she would be bound, gagged and put through harsher and harsher ordeals to intensify the feeling of helplessness she craved.