Natalia

Natalia flew over from England clueless. Never felt rope. Never wore a gag. Never begged to come. We bound her wrists behind her back, cinched her elbows, wound the rope tight over her big tits until they swelled. We shoved the red ball between her teeth and buckled it fast. The flogger cracked across those full breasts, leaving red lines. Each stroke made her moan around the gag. She learned to say please. When we finally let her come she shook so hard the ropes creaked. We turned a virgin into a dripping, desperate mess who now knows exactly what to ask her boyfriend for when she gets home.