I couldn’t move, could barely lift my head. I spent almost four hours thoroughly bound and gagged in a helpless heap. I am certainly proud of my girls, but my own pride is totally shot. (They were very loving and comforting the whole time). I was determined to put up a strong front and tried to sound casual when they got the gag off, but it was an utterly humiliating ten minutes lying on that floor while they worked to get me untied. My children heard my “mmphs” and found me. It was nearly four when I heard the front door open. I realized my children would come home from school and find me, and I became overwhelmed with embarrassment.
My competence and athleticism failed me completely.
I exhausted myself trying to break free but made no progress. As my fear abated, I became very self-conscious of my situation and didn’t want anyone to see me so helplessly tied up. I couldn’t get loose and couldn’t stand so I lay there struggling furiously on and off for hours. Thankfully, I was unhurt but was left tightly bound, gagged, and hogtied face down on the kitchen floor. Ten days ago, arriving home at noon from shopping, I walked in on two teens burglarizing our house. In a couple of weeks we are due to attend our annual family Passover get-together, but I’m horrified and don’t want to go. I’m intelligent, outgoing, athletic, very attractive, very competent. I’m 28, happily married, mom of two wonderful daughters.
