I have been tied up at the office together with an invisible colleague by intruders who now search for some secret company documents in another building. Although they were “nice” and neither threatening nor violent, I attempted to kick one of them with your high heels and earned … this special chair-tie with my shoes off, with my pretty red-pantyhosed toes tied together. My colleague won’t save the day: not only is he cuffed to a radiator, he is also a nice but passive lethargic who will just sedately wait for help. By contrast, I was utterly determined to take matters into my own hands (or rather feet): I knew that one of the desks nearby had a button which triggers an alarm. However, with my hands cuffed solidly behind my back, my only chance would be to activate it with my feet. I really try to somehow get out of the toe-tie and/or stretch the cable tie against all odds, sometimes also trying to get a grip with my toes on the floor to help my escape attempts. While I’m struggling to free my toes, my passive colleague suggests waiting for help to arrive and doubts that I will get free. Suddenly, the intruders drop in telling me that they will leave now. I defiantly request that they take off the toe-tie and let me put on my shoes.
The next scene shows me still in the same situation, but with the hemp rope “entangled” between my toes, hooking it in under my second and third toe of each foot. I just hate the feeling of the rope between my toes just as much as the toe-tie itself, and it’s becoming more and more angry and frustrated. ..
