Tied Every Way: Rhannion

Rhannion returns. She wants to be helpless, and the ropes show it. Her blonde hair falls across her face as they cinch her arms back, fold her forward, and pull her ankles tight to her thighs. Every knot bites deeper. She arches when they gag her, the thick ball forcing her jaws open, spit already shining on her chin. The strap behind her head pulls taut. She tests it, and the leather creaks. They cane her while she can’t close her mouth or turn away, red lines rising fast across her ass. She moans through the gag, eyes wet, body straining. They leave her like that, trussed and trembling, every inch of her stretched and claimed.