Tied Up and Titty-Pumped: Butter

Butter barely moved. She lay there hogtied, ball gag wedged tight, and the camera caught every second of her boredom. Rope bit into her wrists and ankles. A strap pulled her shoulders back, tits pushed forward, still untouched. She blinked once, twice, let out a low sigh through her nose. Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Just another loop of rope, another pull, another knot. She waited. The room stayed quiet. Her chest rose and fell, slow and steady, waiting for the next thing to hit.