Martin was preparing to head out to Vegas once more for another sales meeting and I had to stay behind this time. It was only going to be for the weekend so I wanted him to fix me up before he took off but he didn’t feel comfortable putting me in a potentially dangerous circumstance so he came up with a way to give me what I wanted. I didn’t know exactly what he had planned, but I knew it involved f0rcing me to stand in a pair of stilettos to punish my feet with some way to escape my predicament. I was thrilled… until it in fact happened. When it happened, we were in the Playroom and I was dressed in white lingerie and a pair of chrome-tipped stilettos. I quickly realized that the heels were the biggest mistake I made because I was already in desperate need to kick my heels off. On the large wooden frame, there was a piece of rope with many knots on it that went from one end to the other perfectly set at the height of my rose, along with a pair of scissors dangling. Obviously, that must be my escape. Martin helps me to straddle the rope, then wrenches my elbows together. Rope above and below my chest, around my throat, shoves a big ball in my mouth and I’m already crying tears. He points to the scissors, telling me that I must acquire to them if I want to obtain out, adds clover clamps to my nipples then finalizes the tie up by roping my ankles together and leaves. The moment he walked elsewhere, I knew I was screwed. My feet were aching so bad that it was far too painful to even stand that I lost a shoe and that only made my case worse because when I stood on my barefoot, the rope dug deeper inside me. My legs were trembling, I was in a flood of drool and tears and each step forward took me minutes! Never mind the knot I had to overcome! After some time, I started to approach the end but the closer I got, I could feel the rope slant at an uphill which made it impossible to get through. I tried my hardest to continue moving forward but I didn’t know what to do, so I started making my way backwards. Shit! I was stuck with no where to go. I hope Martin or someone comes and rescues me.
Talk dirty to him and clean his cock after fucking her buttocks.
Poor Rachel is released somewhat from her bondage… at least her wrists and crotchrope have been loosened temporarily. She is soon placed on a cart, with her wrists chained together. The spreader bar is tied forward and up, as the drool streams from behind her gag. The gag is eventually removed and Rachel immediately earn a dental retractor instead. Not as effective, but no one will hear her out here anyway. Her captor again leaves her to bear. Poor Rachel’s legs are shaking from the stress of the bondage already, and she still has a long night ahead of her.