What do you do when you own a lot of rope, a brat and suspension stand? Tie her to it, obviously. Arms strung up, legs tied together, a full body harness and a knot around my neck to complete the bind. There’s no way out, all I can do is resign to Master’s whims and His rope and struggle helplessly like a pathetic puppet. Every time I thrash the ropes just get tighter and grind deeper into my skin. I like feeling that pull, that tug, knowing I’m stuck while my Master just laughs as I futilely growl through the ballgag. He’s got me exactly where He wants me and there’s nothing I can do abou...

What do you do when you own a lot of rope, a brat and suspension stand? Tie her to it, obviously. Arms strung up, legs tied together, a full body harness and a knot around my neck to complete the bind. There’s no way out, all I can do is resign to Master’s whims and His rope and struggle helplessly like a pathetic puppet. Every time I thrash the ropes just get tighter and grind deeper into my skin. I like feeling that pull, that tug, knowing I’m stuck while my Master just laughs as I futilely growl through the ballgag. He’s got me exactly where He wants me and there’s nothing I can do about it.