I was wearing some new heels that Martin had never seen and when he caught a glimpse of my outfit in full, that was all it took. The skin-tight jeans, platform heels and tiny top prompted his desire to rope me hard that night. A tight crotch rope to compliment my jeans, shirt pulled down to expose my tits, elbows pinned behind my back, throat rope wrapped around my neck, ponytail pulled to my arms and a big ball to punish my mouth. And then to top it off, Martin ties my wrists to my ankles, making things much more difficult. I would say I was deserving.