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Every so often I have to go on the road for work. I am working at my laptop, doing update when a maintenance man breaks in. He finds my bag of toys- by toys, I mean bondage gear. Before long I am bound and silenced with a ballgag. He tries securing my hands to the armrests on the chair, but this just proves he is an amateur at restraint. I easily escape. He then secures my hands behind my back and uses my spreader bar. I fear why he has chose to use a spreader bar, but his attention is quickly turned away from me. He rustles through my things while I sit and struggle in my bonds. And, all he gets away with, in the end, is the memory of me in bondage. Hey, I figure that should make any burglar's day! Now, maybe I should just stay like this until Johnny gets home?