Each ankle tied to the opposite knee, forcing my thighs open, and my wrists were cuffed over my head. A ball gag filled my mouth and all I could do was moan incoherently and squirm helplessly. Raul, of course, was completely fictional, but my bonds were real. I had been planning this little escapade for about two weeks, ever since I found out my roommate was flying home during the MLK holiday. I would have four days to myself. My plan really took off when I found out that the 4 other girls in our house were also leaving for various things.