Predicament bondage

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This is a beautiful predicament
I love how these ties keep her ass high and her face and shoulders down. Legs tied and spread just wide enough to be fully accessible and slutty. Bound in such a way that there is no denying what a slut she is. Bound so she is able to give in to be exactly who she is and what she craves without feeling any guilt. Her wrists tied such that his pounding of her or teasing and edging her will prevent her from being able to pull away or withdraw from his attention. He makes her free in her bandage. Free to be the slut she is. Free to submit to his darkest needs and her cravings to be his personal whore.

Spank me
Fuck me
Edge me
Mark me
Own me
Every bit of me
Your nasty girl
Your little pain slut
Yours
 
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Something like this?
The surrender on her face speaks volumes.
That features in my story "18th Century Master Maid A Pain Slut"... But she is suspended on the ceiling of a ball room and also being spanked by a slow turning fan belt as the guests are announced. Edit, oops, I had forgotten the title of my own story! "Steam Maid" is the mostly finished book length sequel. Editors and collaborators welcome.
 
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A typical weekend scene—and sometime weekday too—during football season at my house.

I've strung a line from the ceiling that runs between my favorite chair near the big-screen TV and the beer fridge in the garage. (I keep the door from house to garage open during the games.)

I've cuffed her hands behind her back and tied her hair to the pulley on the line. So all she has to worry her pretty little head about during the games is shuffling back and forth as necessary to make sure I always have a full beer.

Things got a little complicated though when I started inviting my friends over during the playoffs. So you can see in the pic where I had to add a second line for Tom's girlfriend to help keep up with demand.

Not sure why, but watching these girls shuffle back and forth—and watching them awkwardly rub their tits against each other when they pass each other—has turned us boys into a bunch of thirsty motherfuckers!

Oh shit... there goes another empty beer.

"Samantha! Jesus Christ... Where the fuck are you? Goddammit, get your ass back in here. I'm empty again!"

"Tracy!! What the hell is keeping you girls anyway? Hurry up! We're fuckin' thirsty in here!"


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