"I got an idea." Mackenzie said, grinning.
She picked up her foot and scraped you off. She threw you down on the counter, and slammed a glass upside down on top of you, trapping you inside.
"Stay boy." she commanded. Your reforming face snarled at her. Mackenzie went digging through some drawers, clearly looking for something.
You started throwing yourself at the glass, trying to push it to the edge. It was moving! If you could get it over, it'd smash on the floor and you could dive into the hole before Mackenzie even knew what happened. Push!
Inch by inch, the edge got closer. The glass was slippery and you couldn't get a proper grip, but that wouldn't stop you. Mackenzie rifled through drawer after drawer ... what could she be looking for?? Don't think about it, push.
You approached the edge. The front part of the round glass made it over. Freedom, here we come ...
Mackenzie slams her hand down on top of the glass, shoving it back into the center of the counter.
"I really have to watch out with you huh ... honestly I don't blame you this time. I'm going all the way with you for that crap. And if you tell Olivia afterwards, I swear you'll never see her again."
Mackenzie pulled off her pajama bottoms, revealing her purple underwear.
"Come here pipsqueak." she reached under the glass and grabbed you. She spread her legs a little and shoved you right between them, arms trapped at your side, your head barely poking up above her underwear, staring directly up her entire body to her smiling face. Then in her other hand she showed you what she had grabbed - tape!
"Oh my god no Mackenzie please. I'm sorry, I was just frustrated, I didn't mean to piss you off. Come on let's start over, haven't you done enough?"
"No." she said frankly.
"Please you can do anything else, this is so humiliating, it's not proportional." you begged.
"I don't give a shit dude." with that, she unceremoniously applied the tape across your back, sticking you to her panties. She began pulling off more tape and applying it over the top of the first, to make absolutely sure you were secure and couldn't go anywhere - and she was right. Your wiggling did nothing. You'd never escape on your own. By the time she was done, your whole body was completely immobile, with only your head capable of movement.
"Beautiful." Mackenzie put her hands on her hips and looked down at you smiling. "Ooh one last thing." She walked over to the couch. With every step you were roughly thrust from side to side, but stayed solidly taped to the bottom of her underwear. The smell was starting to get to you, and the slight moistness from the area that cover her ... no, don't think about that.
Mackenzie pulled a tiny ball of cotton out of the couch and brought it to your face. You stared at it.
"Open up bro." she demanded.
"No. You can't gag me."
"Oh I can do whatever I want with you. Haven't you learned?" Mackenzie asked sadistically. She pressed the cotton to your face so hard, it started to crush your features. You had no choice but to open your mouth and accept it. It was too big and overwhelmed you, going down your throat and choking you. You started to cough and gag, trying to push it back out of your mouth. But down came another piece of tape, around your entire head, completely gagging you and blurring your vision. You could barely breathe, just the tiniest bit of oxygen reached your lungs through the tape and gag.
"That is perfect. Honestly I should've done this from the start. You get to watch me the whole day, completely immobile and silent, and very aware of your position in life."
Mackenzie sat back down and continued watching tv. You could just about see her face through the tape ... and that was all you could do, just look at her. She absentmindedly reached down and started playing with your head, not even looking at you. She was entirely focused on watching her show, a bored look on her face.
You felt so angry you could cry. This was completely disgusting and embarrassing. How could you tell anyone about it? You'd be so ashamed and humiliated. But how can Mackenzie get away with something like this? She just gets to use you like this? Not even a shred of basic human respect?
Mackenzie's phone buzzes. She takes a look. "Oh shit..."
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