Putting the Problem Out (BindHer)

Every job had its complications, but this one seemed like it would have more than its share. I was watching her from outside the house, waiting for it to get just a little darker out before I made my move. A couple of times, I swear she heard me out here even though I was being pretty quiet. Still, she seemed damned surprised when I pounced on her, clamping my hand over her lips. I held her tight and whispered the usual threats in her ear as her lips wriggled under my palm. Finally, she got the message and stopped fighting. I squeezed her arm tight before I released her, just to let mer know I meant business. She sat still and I pulled her arms behind her for binding. Her perfume was all over me as I tried to focus on tying her slim wrists. The problem was going to be getting her out of here to my car. I could shield her wrists from anyone watching, but they would surely notice a gag on her mouth? I knew I had to out her out and as much as I hate using the stuff, I was prepared. With her wrists bound & her body off balance, I pulled her onto my lap. I took the rag out of it's plastic wrap and reminded myself to stop breathing for a minute. She saw the cloth and assumed it was a gag, setting her jaw shut & her lips tight. Actually, it worked in my favor as I plastered the cloth over her face and nose. With her mouth shut , she started sucking fumes in through her nose fast and I knew it would seen be over. She fought, squirmed and did all the usual tricks, but finally she was limp and soft in my grasp. I waited a minute to be sure she was under, then I hoisted her on my shoulders. Once outside, I'd get her in the trunk and my night would finally start....