You come into this fetish club every night, smugly planting yourself in the chair of the least experienced rope artist and knowing you're going to escape the binds she places on you. You've moved up to a little more experienced women and you've still escaped. Let me tell you this: you won't escape me. You won't escape the binds I put you in. This rope is nice and sturdy, and I'm an expert.

Your escape artist days are over with. You're about to become my pretty art display, hoisted up into the air with your body bound so expertly that you won't get out until I let you out. I wish yo... Show more