Cable Ties in the Lab

I was in the fourth floor lab earlier today and saw a package of black plastic cable ties.

Here is how big of a perv I am. The sight of those cable ties got me aroused.

I can just imagine being bound, wrists and ankles secured, with tight plastic biting into my skin. Like handcuffs, once those ties are on, you need help getting out. I see myself secured in the server room by a woman in boots, blindfolded and teased, not knowing what will happen. Will she let me go? Will she leave me here for somebody else to find? Why did I let her talk me into this... or why must I obey so well?

And these cable ties are black. Even better. Black is so wonderful.