Can't Move an Inch: Trixie Kitten

Trixie hasn't felt ropes like these before. Every knot locks her tighter until nothing moves. Ankles. Knees. Thighs. Wrists. Elbows. Even her spine is pinned straight against the frame. She can’t shift an inch. Her tits are squeezed in thick bands that darken the flesh and force her nipples forward, swollen and aching. Water sprays cold across her bare skin, running in thin streams down the rope lines and between her legs. A dildo waits, angled, relentless, aimed straight at the spot she can’t protect. She breathes hard through the gag, pulse racing. One push from her Mistress and the toy slides in, slow, deep, unbothered by her whimpers. Another spray of water hits. She can’t twist away, can’t close her legs, can’t do anything except feel. Pleasure and punishment roll over her in waves while the ropes keep every reaction small and useless.