It was such a lovely, sunny morning I had taken my mini trampoline outdoors into the backyard instead of heading to the gym. Barely had I started my bounce routine of exercise when I felt beads of sunshine sweat start, so I stripped out of my sports bra and sneakers to help cool down. Wearing only capri yoga pants and toe socks (each one of my toes in an individual socked sheath of its own) I continued to bounce on my trampette until suddenly I got a surprise from the gardener arriving unannounced! Now I’ve been tied up with rope around my ankles, above and below my knees, with my wrists behind my back and told to bounce my tiny tits in this rope bound predicament! I feel vulnerable and exposed as he watches me (just as you do, from his point of view!), my eyes plead over the black bandana he had tied around my long blond hair in a cleave gagging. Even more of a shock, a pair of clover clamps gets added to my nipples, the pain makes me shake my chest, pert little boobs swinging the chain of this added implement of torment. I’ve had enough of struggling and hop myself upright to make a daring damsel escape – bondage hopping across the grass in an escape attempt!
