Bedroom Servitude: Goldie

Marty gets straight to it, wrapping thick ropes around Goldie's wrists and yanking them tight. The blonde takes the strain without a sound, arms pulled back until her shoulders bite. He stuffs the red ball gag between her teeth and buckles it hard at the nape, the leather biting into her skin. A leather strap follows, cinching her elbows together until they touch. Goldie’s body is forced upright, chest pushed forward, every breath shallow behind the gag. Marty moves behind her, sliding a black blindfold over her eyes and knotting it once, twice. The final rope loops around her ankles, heels drawn up to the seat of the wooden chair. When he’s finished, Goldie sits bound and silent, drool already slick on the gag, blonde hair falling across her face while she waits for whatever comes next.