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I finally came to my senses and said I didn't know if this was right. He reminded me that, by my own words, he was in control, and that I was to do as he said. He wound rope around my knees and tied the ends tight. Another rope was wound tightly around my chest and arms, keeping them from moving.

He stepped over to a drawer and pulled out a pad and roll of surgical tape. I struggled in my ropes, trying to free myself. But he knew what he was doing, for all the ropes were too tight.

He came back over to me. I said to him that this wasn't what I had in mind, and that he should release me so I could show him. He chuckled and said that this is what he wanted, and that soon I would learn to enjoy it too.

He said that slaves were meant to be seen and admired, not heard. He then shoved the pad into my mouth. Before I could spit it out, he placed a long strip of the wide tape over my lips. Two more strips help cover and keep it in there.

He sat down in a chair and watched me struggle in my ropes. At first, I was mad at the bastard. How dare he tie me up and gag me, especially since I did all of this for him.

But as the moments went on, I noticed the huge lump in his pants, and how turned on it was making him. Before I knew it, I was getting hot between my legs, just waiting for what he was going to do next.

He then began to talk to me, telling me why we were doing this. He told me that for years he has a recurring fantasy. Ever since med school, he has wanted to placed a beautiful nurse in bondage, and do what he wanted to with her for hours, even days. To drive her wild with passion and lust, giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Tonight, I would help him fullfil that fantasy. He then sat in silence, watching me wither in my bonds. His plan was working on me. After several minutes, he untied my ankles and legs, and led me over to a recovery bed.

He untied the rope around my arms and my hands tied, but kept my gag in place. He then unzipped my uniform, and let it slide down my body.

I wanted to throw my arms around him and screw him on the spot. But I stood at attention as he walked around me looking over my lingerie covered body.

He then ordered me to kneel in the center of the bed. I did as he said. He then pulled my arms through a pull-up bar. A pull-up bar is a metal triangle that hangs over a bed so patients can pull themselves up to a sitting position.

With my arms through the triangle up to my shoulders, he tied my wrists together and tied rope around my elbows, pulling them close together.

He then made me spread my knees apart, but crossed my legs at the ankles. He tied my ankles together tightly, crisscrossing the rope around them and my heels. He then tied my knees to the bed rails to keep them held wide apart.

Thus, I became very immobile, and slightly uncomfortable, but plenty open and available for whatever he wanted to do.He removed the tape from my mouth and pulled the pad out.

Before I could say a word, he again gagged me by shoving a knotted cloth between my lips and tying the ends behind my head. I again had to struggle in my ropes in silence.

I found myself getting more and more excited. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter by the moment. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and I couldn't do a thing about it.

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