As she stepped out of the car, Shannon's face immediately turned red. Although she had checked twice before getting out, she couldn't help but feel that someone was watching her on this empty 5th-floor roof of a parking lot. If someone had been, what a sight she would be! Shannon's bright red hair was accented nicely by the neon nylon rope holding her hands behind her back and her feet together. Her tits were pushed out by the same rope, and nipple clamps brought color to her now very red areolas. Her master did know how to tie a knot properly.
The aforementioned master now passed the gate and sped down the car ramp, taking Shannon's only chance of seclusion with it. She was new to this whole "exhibition" thing. Shannon was great with clamps, whips, knots and gags, but never had she liked them in public. Luckily, her master was a benevolent soul, and agreed to ease her into this new class of kink. Today, Shannon only had to stand up on this roof for an hour before she could leave. There was parking pace below, so no one would have a reason to come up to the roof, and Shannon had a pair of clothes and a key to the personal stair hatch that led to the first floor with her wrapped up in a little package, for when her task was over.
Of course, she hadn't planned this package very well, as Shannon was quite klutzy. Looking at it now, Shannon realized that the layers of tape and cardboard would take a while to open, bound as she was. After a brief consideration, Shannon decided to open the package and leave it's contents in easy, quick reach should she need them. She squatted down, and picked up the package with her hands still tied behind her back. She brought the package to the concrete ledge overlooking the garage, and started fiddling with it. Shannon cursed herself for taping it so much, and started fiddling with it even more. Too late, she realized her mistake. As her clumsy bound hands pushed the package off the ledge, Shannon felt her heart sink. She heard a muffled thwack as her only escape fell to the floor, 50 feet below her.
After some time of terrified thinking, Shannon came to the only conclusion available. She would have to get her package. Her master dropped her off here with the intention of meeting her at home, after a night out with his friends. He would be drunk or asleep until noon the next day, and she couldn't wait here that long. She had no cell phone, no car, and no one that knew where she was. If she didn't get her things now, someone might steal it, and then Shannon would have to walk home, naked, in the middle of the night. She gathered her resolve as best she could, and headed for the car ramp.