Savage Rope Bondage: Crystal Frost

I was running bondage demos at Bond Con 2004 when Crystal Frost strolled past my table. She asked me to tie her. I was doing hogties that year, each one a little meaner than the last. Hers got nasty fast. I cinched her elbows tight, folded her ankles to her wrists, and left her facedown on the demo table. A crowd gathered. I slid a vibrator between her legs, thumbed it on, and let it buzz against her. She thrashed, then locked up and came hard, a raw scream tearing through the room. Faces turned. Phones lifted. Everyone heard her. That blonde body bucking in savage rope, tits bound tight, drool slipping past the ball gag—she looked obscene and perfect.