Forced

        Emma moaned and struggled against her binds. She was in her desk chair, her hands on its arms whether she liked them to be or not. Emma's wrists were tied down by her own socks. It was only a matter of time before this happened ... again. Emma never cleaned her room and she owned a lot of things that could be used to tie her down or up as the situation allowed.
           Emma sniffled and moaned into her gag. She had a clean pair of her panties stuffed into her mouth and tied in place with a pair of stockings which made a nice, though big, cleave gag. She struggled against her improvised binds but couldn't even move her chair as her legs, ankles and even her feet were bound together with yet more socks. A rather large pair of socks were forced over both of her feet so they could be tied together more easily.
              Her bound legs were anchored to the chair's rolling bottom so she couldn't even push herself around her bedroom. Though, even if she wasn't bound to her chair, she would have trouble getting around her room as there was always a layer of junk, clutter and, clothing on her floor and almost every other available surface of her bedroom.
             After a quarter of an hour of fruitless struggling she finally stopped to catch her breath. She sighed and could see most of herself in one of her mirrors. She really didn't mind being tied up like this, in fact she quite enjoyed it but, did he have to force her out of all but her bra and panties? Her bra was a deep blue that snapped in the front, the hooks being under a black bow with a white heart. Her panties bore a similar design and color.
              Her bedroom door opened and in walked her captor. He held a hamper full of what looked like clothes which he placed by one of her dressers. He opened the top drawer and looked at Emma, slightly exasperated, and said:

              "How is it that your dresser drawers are the only clean places in your entire house? How did you live without me?" Emma would have stuck her tongue out at Shog but that was quite impossible so instead, she looked away and huffed into her gag. Shog left the hamper of clean clothes and walked to Emma, kneeling before her and taking her chin in his hand.

               "If you don't clean up every so often, people will think you're dirty. You don't clean up so I have to and the first time I tried cleaning your room, you tied me up and tried to bury me in your dirty laundry. If I don't gag you, you scream at me and, the neighbors think you're being raped. Something I've heard enough in my life time as I look like someone who would do that."

              At this, Emma peeked at Shog from behind her hair, looking slightly guilty. She whimpered lightly into her gag. Shog kissed her forehead and pulled the socks and panties away from and, out of her mouth. She looked at him, slightly ashamed and asked;

               "Why can't I just buy everything new?"

                 Shog chuckled and replied, "We can't afford to live like that. Besides, that would be an extremely wasteful way to live." He ran his fingers through her hair and scratched lightly behind her dark blue, cat ears. "I'll leave the gag out so we can talk while I clean up this mess you call a room, ok?"

                   As Shog turned back to fold Emma's clothes, She took a deep breath. Shog hadn't yet put a single garment into Emma's drawers when she had screamed, "RAPE! HELP ME I'M BEING RAPED AND MY STUFF IS BEING DESTROYED BY TERRORISTS!" Shog dropped what he was doing and ran back to Emma before she could say any more. He stuffed a clean pair of panties into her mouth as she drew breath and tied them in place with the same pair of socks as before.

                    Shog wasn't even back to Emma's dresser when he heard her giggling into her gag. Shog didn't look at her as he put away her clothes and gathered more for the next load of laundry. He didn't need to look to know she was still giggling at him and looking lovingly at his back but, he didn't want her to know that he also wore a reluctant smile. As he left the room with another full hamper, he looked back at her and muttered, "Every weekend, it's the same." and, closed the door on her.