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Humiliated shoplifter

I couldn’t believe how ashamed of myself I felt.

I was hopelessly tied up, my hands locked in handcuffs behind my back, my feet bound together with cord, the woman who had captured me sitting, looking down at me with a satisfied look on her face, my backpack containing all the items I’d taken from the store under her control now, as was I.

“I’ll give you credit,” she said. “You put up a fight, sweetie, you really wanted to get away. But no shoplifter has ever gotten away from me, so I really couldn’t let you be the first.”

Somehow, I didn’t feel any better. The woman had chased me out of the store, and I had run behind the shop trying to get away. She’d caught me, and her strength and determination had worn me down to the point I’d ended up on my back, straddled by her, looking up into her very pretty but unwelcome face, and she’d forced me to surrender. Humiliation had gripped me as I rolled over at her command and got straddled again before she handcuffed me. I hadn’t known at the time she was going to do it, but she bound my feet, then bent my legs and forced my feet to my hands, securing them together with cord.

“I want the cops to see just how I caught you,” she explained, finalizing my bondage before sitting only inches from my blushing face. “All tied up, like a little package, ready to go to jail.”