Winter Flynn – Change of Plans

With her nose distorted by the tight nylon squeezing her face and pulling her head sharply back, Winter groaned into the panties packed fully into her mouth and taped tightly in place. She could barely move, but every motion crushed her bound breasts, bulged by thin twine, onto the cold floor that was her bed for the weekend.

With her elbows together behind her back, she wriggled her bare feet while in the unyielding grip of the biting jute rope that folded her into a strict hogtie. She chose this. She answered the knock at the door willingly. She invited him into her home where her weekend of discomfort now played out. Now she wriggled on top of the hitachi magic wand under her, massaging her clit until she arched and let you the long moan signaling she had cum once again.

IIt started with undecided on what to do for the night, a choice made for her by opening her front door. It continued with her tightly taped with her elbows together and tape over her lips. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled her feet, bared soles crinkling and toes flexing as she tested her bonds.

They did not yeild.

He taped her chest, and pulled down her panties. Now she groaned, filled with a vibrating egg and sensations guiding her towards release. Not from her bonds but the soft moans of her first orgasm, an orgasm that came after being even more tightly taped, gagged with panties and microfoam, and rolled onto a vibrator.

Now she felt the jute rope encircling her soft skin. Coil after coil until she groaned from the strain. Toes tied. A stocking over her head. Barely able to move.

Her secret fantasy is revealed by a stranger at the door.

And with a click, the lights went out. Stay put, Winter. Your weekend of surrender has only just begun!