Foxy Lady in a Catsuit: 849

Foxy's on her belly. Rope bites into her wrists and ankles, pulling them together behind her back until her heels nearly touch her ass. The ball gag stretches her mouth wide, leather straps digging into her cheeks. She tests the knots. They don't give. Every muscle strains against the hogtie, sweat tracing lines down her back. A cane cuts across her thighs. She jerks, grunts, drool slipping past the gag. The brunette in the catsuit doesn't beg. She takes the next strike. And the next. Her body snaps tight each time the wood lands, tits mashed against the floor, nipples hard against the shiny fabric. The rope creaks. So does she.