She could barely move, folded into a tightly balltied bundle of helplessness kneeling on the hard floor. Her soft moans were a siren song and her wiggling ass a lighthouse, both working in concert to show the way to her warm and wet pussy soon to be filled with more than just tight rope. Her predicament was agonizing, both physically and mentally. Her arms were crushed, the tape banding her lower face squeezed like a vice, and her humbling contortion left her with no options other than to suffer and wait. On top of that, the crotchrope buried inside of her rubbed over her clit keeping her o...

She could barely move, folded into a tightly balltied bundle of helplessness kneeling on the hard floor. Her soft moans were a siren song and her wiggling ass a lighthouse, both working in concert to show the way to her warm and wet pussy soon to be filled with more than just tight rope. Her predicament was agonizing, both physically and mentally. Her arms were crushed, the tape banding her lower face squeezed like a vice, and her humbling contortion left her with no options other than to suffer and wait. On top of that, the crotchrope buried inside of her rubbed over her clit keeping her on the edge of orgasm while he just stood there watching, the bulge that could satisfy her desires clearly visible.

But this was a punishment after all. He'd caught her masturbating between sets, her hand down her panties and working herself into a frenzy. He bound her, stuffed her face full of panties and made sure she'd finish when he decided. There was no escape but only struggle would provide release. So she struggled as much as possible, moaning and wiggling that beautiful ass until it was no longer her punishment but his. He stepped in to remove the crotchrope and pull down her panties. She groaned, feeling him slip inside, her body rocking back and forth as the sounds of his balls slapping against her echoed throughout the basement until she came as his strict bondage sex sleeve!