Experimenting with Bondage: Lulu

She walks in from the club, heels still on, makeup smudged from the night shift. Her roommate set this up, told her we knew what we were doing with rope. Lulu says she just wants to try it, see how it feels. We strip her down first, hands quick, no ceremony. Then the gag. She opens her mouth when we hold it up, lets us buckle it tight. Drool starts almost right away. We bend her over the bench, tie her wrists down, spread her legs and anchor them wide. Every knot we pull snug. She tests the bonds, pulls hard, and the leather creaks but holds. When the first strike lands across her ass, her whole body jerks against the restraints. The gag muffles her shout. We keep going, steady rhythm, watching her skin bloom red. She strains, muscles tight, but the rope doesn't give. Sweat mixes with spit on her chin. Every hit makes her fight the ties harder, and every time she realizes she can't move, her breath catches behind the ball. This is what she came for. This is what we give her.