Night time I always get the urge to tie myself up. I've been thinking about my ropes all day long (even if I've had a little ropey fun already) and as I strip from my clothes I cannot contain my want anymore. I bring my ropes to the bed, spectacles wearing, sylphlike figure slipping on top of the covers where I hand spank my round ass cheeks in their fine silky panties with lace trim. Knee high socks of thick burgundy fabric adorned with dainty flowers decorate my tattooed legs, as I add my rope embellishment on top. Tight wraps of stiff jute surround my ankles, calves, and the soles of my ...

Night time I always get the urge to tie myself up. I've been thinking about my ropes all day long (even if I've had a little ropey fun already) and as I strip from my clothes I cannot contain my want anymore. I bring my ropes to the bed, spectacles wearing, sylphlike figure slipping on top of the covers where I hand spank my round ass cheeks in their fine silky panties with lace trim. Knee high socks of thick burgundy fabric adorned with dainty flowers decorate my tattooed legs, as I add my rope embellishment on top. Tight wraps of stiff jute surround my ankles, calves, and the soles of my feet - oh I do like the feel of a strict arch restraint! Copious views of socked soles and ass over feet aspects as my tiny tits rub the duvet atop the divan. Tying my wrists behind my back next, I roll around relishing every bite of the cruel, course fiber holding me within its grasp.