Rogue is already a bit apprehensive when she sees the table. Knowing my delight in tightly arched hogties, she's already dreading the way the hard surface of the table bites into her hipbones. But I've got something a bit different in mind today, and Rogue has no idea what's coming. She questions me again and again as I bind her, commenting on just how much rope is laid out for her, and when I decide she's asked too many questions, she gets a nice ball-gag strapped in tight. Before that, since she'd been complaining about missing lunch, she gets a spoonful of honey to tide her over, and als... Show more