All Trussed Up & Denied

Thu, 30 Jul 2026 21:49:50 +0000

The silk ropes bit into your wrists just enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere. Not that you wanted to. You were spread-eagled across the bed, ankles and wrists secured tightly to the four posts with careful, deliberate knots—each one checked twice, each one tightened until the soft resistance of your skin gave that first quiet protest. Completely naked except for the thin black blindfold that left you blind and hypersensitive. Your legs were forced wide open, knees bent slightly, cunt fully on display under the low light—already glistening, soft folds shiny with the first traces of slick. Your nipples were hard peaks, chest rising and falling too fast, stomach tight with anticipation. Every breath made the ropes creak softly against the wood.