[NB4F] Every job you take, somehow ends in tight-bondage

A little camp/light-hearted prompt idea for those who enjoy that classic 1960's-ish style of bondage peril.

Fate clearly had a sense of humor, At least, that's how you rationalized it. No matter what career you tried, somehow it always led you back to this... Glancing down you examined the ropes circling your crossed ankles, testing them with a kick. They didn't budge, instead you only managed to scrape your strappy-black heels across the hardwood floor with a squeak.
You made a mental note: "Stop wearing heels with buckles, all they do is make sure I can't slip them off when the goons inevitably tie me up.".
With a muffled sigh you go back to assessing your unfortunate situation, your legs were bound at the ankles and knees leaving you no room to separate them.
You had tried to object to the crooks lifting your skirt so alarmingly high around your thighs to tie your knees, only to have a second thick knotted handkerchief pulled between your lips, stifling any further protest. They seemed joyfully amused to reveal the tops of your stockings to the world.
Unfortunately there was nothing you could do about it now, your arms were drawn back behind you and tied tightly together around a large metal water pipe that ran through the old basement. Periodic drips of cold condensation fell from the rusted metalwork as you struggled, leaving tiny goosebumps on your skin where they fell.

This was meant to be such a simple job! Just patrol the office as a night-watch-woman and report anything unusual, you hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the burglars before they had you seized, thoroughly gagged and dragged down here in ropes to 'keep you occupied' while they raided the place. Possibly most annoying of all, in the struggle you had managed to tear another of your best blouses! leaving your lacy bra visible between the lengths of rope now squeezing your ample-looking chest.
Well, If there was one thing you could say about these burglars, it's that they knew how to tie a girl up to look flattering, the ropes framing your tits were making them look fantastic! It was almost a shame your hands were bound too tightly to do anything about it.

Sometimes you would find yourself in exciting peril, only to be saved or escape at the last minute, other times your captors would take a more... hands-on, approach to 'keep you occupied'. An approach you were almost missing now as another large droplet of cool water spattered across your clavicle before running down between your exposed cleavage...

Upstairs you could hear the wail of police sirens and the scatter of feet, you knew your rescue would be here soon, and you'd likely be fired once again.
Back to the job-pages once again, knowing deep down whatever profession you chose to embark on next... Stewardess, Maid, Investigator, Photographer, Archeologist, Rocket scientist... whatever it was, the universe would somehow conspire for you to end up a mewling, helpless, bound and gagged, damsel in distress.

Feel free to carry on where the prompt left off, I'd love to hear your ideas for interesting occupations and predicaments~

Kinks: Bondage, Gags, Humiliation, Layered Bondage, Teasing, Toys, Humiliation, Outfits, Forced and denied orgasm, terrible jokes, damsels in light distress, even more Bondage :)

Limits: bathroom stuff, animals and gore.

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