A SOLID HOGTIED

Lillit’s moans push the rope master to tie her tighter. She strains at the knots but the fight is half-hearted. The hemp bites her bare breasts, a slow burn that makes her nipples stiff and dark. She wants loose. She wants more. Her eyes flick up to him, half pleading, half begging him not to stop. The fat ball gag stretches her jaw wide, turning every breath into a wet, needy sound. A crop rests across her arched spine, ready. The rope between her thighs is pulled cruelly snug, every shift dragging it deeper. Lillit’s toes curl inside the hogtie, a secret thrill running through her bound body while she waits for the next strike.