Sisters In Bondage. An older sister is always supposed to protect her younger sister. But Lilith couldn’t even protect herself; he had done a good job of putting both her and Foxy in that brutal, no-escape bondage. What she could do was wonder what he had planned next.
She’s the epitome of the bondage virgin. The thought of it excited her. When it actually happened she found out quickly that it was more than she expected. Not just rope, but rope tightly tied. Her wrists bound, her elbows yanked together hard. Her ankles crossed, then pulled up into a hogtie. A ballgag jammed into her mouth. The bondage was doing something that she hadn’t expected; it was pushing her young, sexual engine faster and faster. To that edge of the cliff.
She’s not sure if she’s enjoying the tight bondage. Or not. But she’ll have plenty of time to decide. After he had bound her on the bed – she was nearly naked, wearing only her thong panties – he had told her that he would be back. Sometime. He didn’t say when or how long it would be. He never said soon. She was sure that struggling wouldn’t help. But she had to try. Try to escape. Which, as she found out soon, had it’s own effect.
During the daytime she’s the epitome of the businesswoman. In charge. In control. But when the work day is done, another Gwen appears. And comes out to play. A submissive slut. Wanting, needing to be tied tight, especially shibari suspension bondage. Ballgagged. And then to be teased, tickled and tormented. Struggling hard but unable to escape. Her body feeling the sting of the riding crop. That’s what she wants, that’s what she needs.
That’s what the look said on her face. She wanted him to come and get her. To do whatever – anything! – that he wanted to do to her. She’s a bondage slut; the tight, brutal ropes do things to her. Including, and especially, pushing her young sexual engine into high gear. Until he comes back – until he comes – she’ll struggle on the bed. Whimper. And moan. Thinking about the things that she wants him to do. What she hope he will do to her. And soon. Whatever it is she’ll be ready for it.
She said that she wanted something intense, something brutal. Something that would drive her wild. He knew what that was. Beginning with a brutal shibari suspense hogtie. Ballgagged. And then teased and tormented with the riding crop. Letting the tip of the leather crop smack her body, making those nasty sounds. His hands also on her body, grabbing wherever he wanted. Including her throat. She got what she wanted. So did he.
She was a rope slut. She liked the feeling of the right ropes wrapped around her young body. Especially when she couldn’t do anything about it. Even if she wanted to, which she didn’t. Hogtied. Ducttape gagged. And her ample breasts fully exposed. She also knew one more thing that would happen – the erotic arousal from the rope. And maybe – just maybe – if she was luck something else would happened, too!
She wanted to be tied, gagged and suspended, for him to be brutal as he was doing I. I’t matter that she was a Daddy’s girl, that she would have done anything that he wanted her to do. she got what she wanted, to know what it was like, how it felt, to be taken, to have no choice. And staying that way until he released her. Whenever that was. In the depth of her soul knowing that if it somehow was forever that would also be good for her, too.