A Wasteland Bondage Modeling Lesson

Daisy Duxe thought she was walking into a simple bondage shoot. Leopard bra, matching panties, fuzzy cuffs on her wrists. She looked sweet enough. Her Master had other plans. He yanked off those toy cuffs and started strapping her down for real. Heavy rope. Tight knots. No quick release this time. She learned the difference fast, body stretched, breath quickening as each limb was pulled taut. Once she stopped fighting the rope and started taking it, he figured she’d earned something. He let her work his cock with her mouth until spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. When he’d had enough of the warm, wet strokes of her tongue, he shoved her onto her back and drove into her hard, each thrust shaking the restraints and knocking little gasps out of her until the lesson was over.