Completely Controlled: Karma

She wears the gag like it belongs there. Rope bites into her skin, pulls tight between her legs, forces every shift of weight straight onto that hard knot. The ball weights her down, drags at the same point the crotch rope already owns, and every step she manages to take makes it worse. She fights the bonds anyway. Twists, strains, tests what won’t give. They tie her tighter for it. She cums hard while they watch. They wipe her clean, rough hands on wet skin, and before the tremor leaves her thighs the rope is already working again. Three hours stretch out in front of her and she knows who’s counting.