It's been a long, long day for me. I was called into work early and had to stay late, nearly 12 hours in total. I am exhausted. Nevertheless, it's finally quittin' time, and I'm the last left in the store. After cleaning up and prepping for the morning crew, I step outside and lock the door behind me. Immediately I am stunned by the wave of bitter cold that rushes over my scantily clad form, shivering at once! I drop my keys into my purse haphazardly in my fluster, promptly bracing my lithe arms around myself. Brrr!

I stand at a meager 4'10", maybe 90 pounds at the most. I'm likely fully grown though, at the ripe age of 18 and 3 weeks. Normally I dress quite modestly, but it seems my manager might be a bit of a perv, not that I'd really noticed in my infinite naivety. Besides the plain ol' non-slip shoes, my long, shapely, meticulously maintained legs bare their silky smoothness nearly in their entirety. A tiny, grey-plaid skirt finally tucks them away, even if just barely. The skirt drops just a few inches past my booty, and I've noticed many more glances and stares since I was assigned this new uniform last week. My top is a tight black tee that hugs my tiny waist, and has the logo of the store over one side of the chest. It's displaced by my bust, the shape of which pokes through the top. It isn't unusual for me to wear a choker or even a collar, and today is no different. I've got on a black collar to match my top, and it has a little silver pull ring in the front. I've worn my typical makeup look for work, which is admittedly a little overdone. Red lipstick, falsies, cat eye liner - makeup is a hobby of mine. My shoulder length, jet black hair is straight but a bit ruffled from a busy day of work.

I finally approach my unassuming, plain white sedan. It's one of two cars left in the lot. I don't usually close, so the second car doesn't strike me as that unusual. My mind does wander back to a particularly abrasive customer who tried to hit on me today, but I quickly assure myself it couldn't be him. I'm just paranoid. I come to a stop beside the rear driver's side door, looking down into my purse to try and find my keys that I'd tossed in earlier...

Heya! I'm looking for literate, creative and capable writers to flesh out this fantasy I've had for quite some time. Put rather bluntly, I'd like to be kidnapped, bound and eventually abandoned. Take me out to a remote location, way out in the woods, far off the beaten path. I want you to have your way with me as roughly as you'd like. Then I want you to cuff my arms behind my back around a tree, do the same with my ankles, wrap my hands in tape or otherwise prevent me from using them, gag me, blindfold me and leave me. Or bind me whatever other way you like, as long as it's thorough and I definitely can't get out. Rope isn't that thrilling for me, unless it's used in combination with other restraints. It's extra hot if my waist is tied to the tree too, as well as my head with a rope that goes in my mouth. There's wiggle room on the specifics, of course!

Limits: Scat, musk, sweat, gore, vore, blood, hyper, receiving oral, characters that look like perfectly chiseled Greek gods and generally anything gross.

Please Kik me @ VirtualGirlfriend with your response to my starter, ideally sneaking up on me while I'm distracted. Talk soon!