I struggle a little, testing my bonds. An almost silent whimper escapes my lips as the realization that my limbs are not going move sets in. The air surrounding me in the quiet room is cool.

My short skirt isn't black leather; it is copper suede to match my hair. But, everything else is black – sweater, opaque tights and leather boots. I think I look pretty hot in my new

After a long and trying week, I was ready to relax and enjoy having my home to myself for the weekend. What I found was the silence of the house, the oppressive heat and my boredom all seemed

The next song will be "I Want You to Want Me," I thought, taking another sip of my drink. The music was always the same. Same play list in the same order, week after week. It wasn't