Mila P

I went in for my shift, and ended up here. Tied at the ankles, hands behind my back…. Cleave gagged, barely able to call for help.

I was just laying there, relaxing, when I caught you creeping in— perving on my dirty feet like some obsessed little freak. You thought I

I’m just sitting here in my favorite thigh-high boots, not even trying—and yet you’re already squirming. These heels are only five inches

School is no longer in session. Miss Mila, your teacher, is now left at your mercy. You’ve got her completely bound, and gagged. The only