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More morbid memories, of Angies's first days on FMP.

Once Angie had complied with Nomoko's "request" to don the tiny little red dress, the Benefactress wasted no time in binding her up again, tighter than before. (Which Angie had thought was impossible.)

With a hand that could bend steel, placed gently on Angie's shoulder, Nomoko guided her charge on a brief tour of her new home. The former embassy receptionist quickly surmised that she was supposed to keep pace with her abductor. With her legs hobbled by restraint tape, (That she could swear was periodically tightening!) her only way of achieving this, was to hop.

NOMOKO: "You're really taking to this. I knew since I first laid optics on you, that you were going to make a wonderful maid!"

The only response Angie was capable of, at this point, was moans of effort, punctuated by the click of her stilettos.

NOMOKO: "Come along now. It's time to see what you look like with your hair up."

Description
More morbid memories, of Angies's first days on FMP.

Once Angie had complied with Nomoko's "request" to don the tiny little red dress, the Benefactress wasted no time in binding her up again, tighter than before. (Which Angie had thought was impossible.)

With a hand that could bend steel, placed gently on Angie's shoulder, Nomoko guided her charge on a brief tour of her new home. The former embassy receptionist quickly surmised that she was supposed to keep pace with her abductor. With her legs hobbled by restraint tape, (That she could swear was periodically tightening!) her only way of achieving this, was to hop.

NOMOKO: "You're really taking to this. I knew since I first laid optics on you, that you were going to make a wonderful maid!"

The only response Angie was capable of, at this point, was moans of effort, punctuated by the click of her stilettos.

NOMOKO: "Come along now. It's time to see what you look like with your hair up."