Harmony

Harmony had never felt rope before, never wore a gag, never had to give up control. We start hard. Nipple clamps bite down, rope bites tighter, the single tail snaps against her skin. She takes every lash and still smiles through the gag, wet from head to toe after the hose leaves her dripping. Later she hangs in suspension, breasts bound, body swinging, breath quick and shallow. Every orgasm hits while she can’t move an inch. Then the Houdini Tank fills. Water climbs past her knees, then her waist, her chest. She’s locked inside with nowhere to run and no way to hide. Still smiling.