Her elbows pulled hard and tight, her wrists and ankles bound, and a hogtie rope tied from her toes to her elbows. And ballgagged. Not only would she not get free, it was going to be a long, night. Sruggling. Not to get free from the ropes but to ease the pain. It was not long after that the room began to fill with the scent of a vey aroused young woman. And what he had planned for her later would make it even longer.
She had waited a long time for this. It was something she had been dreamining about in her erotic fantasies. Wondering what it would feel like to be tightly bound and gagged. She chose the outfit. Her tight bright yellow top, daisy-duke style jeans and high heels. What he added – the rope around he wrists, more wrapped around her young body, the crossed ankles hogtie, and the duct tape gag – told her that she would have much time to wonder about something else: what she wanted him to do next. A bondage virgin no more. And maybe, after tonight, a virgin no more.
With her hands pulled up tight over her head, and a rope from her wrists to her crossed legs arching her body, there is nothing that she can do. Other than struggle. And whimper. All he needs to do – which he does is simply pushing her onto he side. He could do anything that he wanted. Pull her top down exposing her breasts; sliding her shorts down exposing that now-wet spot between her legs. Or pulling the ballgag from between her lips, using her wet and willing mouth. Anything. And that’s how she wants it.
Amanda – What She Wants Next
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He had pulled her wrists up into a tight reverse prayer, with her ankles crossed and hogtied. Ballgagged. And she as wearing only her black panties. All she had to do was struggle -it turned out to be struggling a lot – and then roll over \onto her back. Which she did. Then there would be nothing that she could do to protect her body from his groping hands. Her firm nipples telling him something. Along with that wet spot on her panties. The smell of an aroused young woman quickly filling the room. And that fiery look in her eyes. Telling him that he could do whatever he wanted to do. Wanting him to do it soon.
Sarah – It Happened – Again
Her wrists bound behind her back, her elbows yanked together hard, legs tied, and ballgagged. And a tight, body-arching hair hogtie. But this one was different – this time the rope was tied to her toes. She couldn’t pull too hard, if she did, this one would cause pain. But he knew one thing: it was what she wanted. The tight, almost-brutal bondage. No-escape bondage. She would stay that way until he returned. She hoped that it wouldn’t be too soon.