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He was attacked as soon as he set foot into the apartment. Not only did his assailant slam the door shut with a loud bang, the attacker also tumbled against him forcefully, pushing him away from possible help. He was sweeped of his feet, but the surprised outcry he gasped out was muffled by the palm of a delicate hand with slender fingers, while a second arm wrapped itself around his neck. He hit the tiled hallway-floor and felt the weight of his attacker on his back. His eyes darted around panicky and he saw the rope between his attacker's fingers – her fingers, it flashed through his mind as he noticed the red varnished fingernails. A slight twist of his head allowed him to take in the rest of the aggressor's appearance.
She was moderate-sized and of athletic build. Her hair was long and blond and put in a ponytail while her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. She wore shorts and a tank top, both black in color, and on her feet white socks and Birkenstock clogs, matching the color of her overgarments. One of those shoes, the right one, flew past his face as she kicked it from her foot, sitting up on his back and removing her hand from his mouth in the process.
His freedom of speech was short-lived, however. Before he could speak up or cry for help, her recently unclogged foot sprung towards his face and lodged itself in between his teeth, muffling his protests. In perfect coordination to this, she pulled back his arms with unexpected ease, crossed them at the wrists and started tying them together almost immediately. He squirmed and moaned, trying to resist her work or at least squeeze a distress signal past her sock-clad toes, but he failed at both. She on the other hand made rapid progress. It took her less than ten seconds to bind his wrists and only about the same time to take a similar approach with his elbows.
And then she turned around. She wasn't mindful of his well-being, rudely rotating her foot in between his lips while gracefully navigating her left leg through the quite limited space in between his body and hers. She managed this feat with an elegance that would have put a ballet dancer to shame. Now kneeling besides his prone body, still gagging him with her right foot, she quickly grabbed him by both his ankles and bent his legs back at the knees. Some more rope found it's way to his body, binding his feet together quite tightly in a matter of seconds. She quickly tied a knot, grabbed both ends of the rope and pulled hard. He groaned as he was put into a tight hogtie but she didn't seem to mind. She held one end of the cord in between her clenched teeth while she threaded the other end through the ties around his wrists. Both ends met, she pulled them tight and encircled the connecting rope in between his hands and feet a few times before finishing this part of his bondage with a knot.
Right afterwards, she showcased her immaculate multitasking-abilities once again. She spun around once again, still keeping her foot in his mouth, but reaching out for the sockband with the slender fingers of her left hand, while grabbing a conveniently situated roll of duct tape from a nearby shoe rack. She peeled off the loose strip of tape from the roll with her teeth, while simultaneously slipping off her sock, pushing it deeper into his mouth with her fingertips and then, before he could spit it out again, finally slapping the end of the silvery tape on his lips. She immediately started wrapping the tape around his jaw, going for a few circles at eye level for a change when he seemed sufficiently gagged. When she was content with his tape-blindfold as well, she tore the tape with her teeth and rose up, reacquiring her clog with a stretch of her slender leg and now bare foot, before putting her roll of duct tape to use again.
Her final touches lacked the perfect precision which had been a mark for the whole of her attack. It seemed almost lackluster, the way she wrapped another length of tape around his feet and his knees. She also topped off his blindfold and gag with two pieces of cloth which she tied over the tape, but all of this seemed kind of redundant, since her captive victim was already completely helpless, beyond all hope of summoning rescue or escaping yourself.
The athletic blonde discarded the roll of duct tape, put one foot down on the back of her bundled up victim and pushed a button on her wristwatch. Her face was reddened, there was sweat on her brow and her breath came in exhausted pants as she deciphered the small numerals on the digital display.
"Eighty-three seconds", she muttered in between two breaths. "Not bad. Really not bad. A few more training units and I might manage to bring the time below one minute."
He groaned and wiggled beneath her foot. She looked down on him, brushing back a strain of hair and wiping off a few sweat beads from her cheek.
"Oh yeah, your time is running, too", she said and she took off the wristwatch and placed it under his chin. "Think you can stay under ten minutes this time?" She smiled, knelt down and planted a kiss on his duct-taped and clothwrapped cheek. "However, I'm gonna go get a shower. Don't forget to stop the time again."
Following these words she walked over to the bathroom, dropping the left clog first, the second one afterwards along her path, pulling up her tank top and throwing it in the direction of her bound victim, before entering the lavatory bare-breasted and closing the door behind her.

Description
He was attacked as soon as he set foot into the apartment. Not only did his assailant slam the door shut with a loud bang, the attacker also tumbled against him forcefully, pushing him away from possible help. He was sweeped of his feet, but the surprised outcry he gasped out was muffled by the palm of a delicate hand with slender fingers, while a second arm wrapped itself around his neck. He hit the tiled hallway-floor and felt the weight of his attacker on his back. His eyes darted around panicky and he saw the rope between his attacker's fingers – her fingers, it flashed through his mind as he noticed the red varnished fingernails. A slight twist of his head allowed him to take in the rest of the aggressor's appearance.
She was moderate-sized and of athletic build. Her hair was long and blond and put in a ponytail while her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. She wore shorts and a tank top, both black in color, and on her feet white socks and Birkenstock clogs, matching the color of her overgarments. One of those shoes, the right one, flew past his face as she kicked it from her foot, sitting up on his back and removing her hand from his mouth in the process.
His freedom of speech was short-lived, however. Before he could speak up or cry for help, her recently unclogged foot sprung towards his face and lodged itself in between his teeth, muffling his protests. In perfect coordination to this, she pulled back his arms with unexpected ease, crossed them at the wrists and started tying them together almost immediately. He squirmed and moaned, trying to resist her work or at least squeeze a distress signal past her sock-clad toes, but he failed at both. She on the other hand made rapid progress. It took her less than ten seconds to bind his wrists and only about the same time to take a similar approach with his elbows.
And then she turned around. She wasn't mindful of his well-being, rudely rotating her foot in between his lips while gracefully navigating her left leg through the quite limited space in between his body and hers. She managed this feat with an elegance that would have put a ballet dancer to shame. Now kneeling besides his prone body, still gagging him with her right foot, she quickly grabbed him by both his ankles and bent his legs back at the knees. Some more rope found it's way to his body, binding his feet together quite tightly in a matter of seconds. She quickly tied a knot, grabbed both ends of the rope and pulled hard. He groaned as he was put into a tight hogtie but she didn't seem to mind. She held one end of the cord in between her clenched teeth while she threaded the other end through the ties around his wrists. Both ends met, she pulled them tight and encircled the connecting rope in between his hands and feet a few times before finishing this part of his bondage with a knot.
Right afterwards, she showcased her immaculate multitasking-abilities once again. She spun around once again, still keeping her foot in his mouth, but reaching out for the sockband with the slender fingers of her left hand, while grabbing a conveniently situated roll of duct tape from a nearby shoe rack. She peeled off the loose strip of tape from the roll with her teeth, while simultaneously slipping off her sock, pushing it deeper into his mouth with her fingertips and then, before he could spit it out again, finally slapping the end of the silvery tape on his lips. She immediately started wrapping the tape around his jaw, going for a few circles at eye level for a change when he seemed sufficiently gagged. When she was content with his tape-blindfold as well, she tore the tape with her teeth and rose up, reacquiring her clog with a stretch of her slender leg and now bare foot, before putting her roll of duct tape to use again.
Her final touches lacked the perfect precision which had been a mark for the whole of her attack. It seemed almost lackluster, the way she wrapped another length of tape around his feet and his knees. She also topped off his blindfold and gag with two pieces of cloth which she tied over the tape, but all of this seemed kind of redundant, since her captive victim was already completely helpless, beyond all hope of summoning rescue or escaping yourself.
The athletic blonde discarded the roll of duct tape, put one foot down on the back of her bundled up victim and pushed a button on her wristwatch. Her face was reddened, there was sweat on her brow and her breath came in exhausted pants as she deciphered the small numerals on the digital display.
"Eighty-three seconds", she muttered in between two breaths. "Not bad. Really not bad. A few more training units and I might manage to bring the time below one minute."
He groaned and wiggled beneath her foot. She looked down on him, brushing back a strain of hair and wiping off a few sweat beads from her cheek.
"Oh yeah, your time is running, too", she said and she took off the wristwatch and placed it under his chin. "Think you can stay under ten minutes this time?" She smiled, knelt down and planted a kiss on his duct-taped and clothwrapped cheek. "However, I'm gonna go get a shower. Don't forget to stop the time again."
Following these words she walked over to the bathroom, dropping the left clog first, the second one afterwards along her path, pulling up her tank top and throwing it in the direction of her bound victim, before entering the lavatory bare-breasted and closing the door behind her.