No longer are you free to roam as I hold you captive to do with as I wish. Now I am your key holder…of your filthy mind…of your useless cock. I adore Japanese Rope Bondage traditionally known as Shibari. I creatively combine old-school methods with My own unorthodox knot work, binding you to Me in an eternal cocoon of servitude. I even like to bind your cock and balls when you have a difficult time controlling yourself.

I adore working with rope, knots and especially My helpless hostage. I plan to take you to a secret place of torment and interrogation where I will render you completely helpless. you will cooperate. you will reveal to Me whatever I want to know about you. you will surrender to My will, you poor soul.

I marvel at the aesthetic effectiveness of My beautiful rope work biting into your tender flesh. The rope collection I’ve acquired consists of various types, depending on the desired effect I’d like to achieve on My restrained slave’s body.

For major fuck-ups I prefer the rough cruelty of My hemp rope that I affectionately call The Reefer Keeper. I snicker as you struggle beneath the harsh abrasiveness of My mastered bondage methods. Any attempts to free yourself are only done in vain, causing you even more discomfort. you are your own worst enemy when you fight against the inevitable. Do not resist.

Miss Scarlet is My blood-red colored nylon rope. Her supple softness seduces you like a Siren…drawing you closer and closer…pulling you under…keeping you down for good. She holds you bound by the spell of Her deceptive sweetness. She is like the red velvet pussy you can never resist, yet always deceives you with Her wicked ways.

Lady Python is My cold-blooded black poly rope, with a smoothness matched only by My silver tongue. I summons Her to coil around your body, snaking with a deceptive grace inspired with constrictive intentions. Her smothering ways is the decorative boa I wrap around you again and again, like a cruel fashion accessory that adorns your bound flesh, My sweet hostage. you can barely fathom the sincerity of My sinister nature at times.

I cream My panties watching you helplessly squirm with dreaded anticipation. your restriction gives Me a sublime pleasure like no other. The blatant uncertainty on your silly face always seems to amuse Me as you curiously wonder what will happen to you next.

Perhaps I shall put your crazy ass in a bona fide straight jacket that you will not Houdini out of. Or will it be steel chains and pad locks that I choose to hold you securely down with? Maybe I will use the leather shackles instead. Either way, you shall be met by the touch of My veteran hand as I skillfully bind you into a helpless state of submission.

If you are prone to whine and complain I may decide to gag you. I will stuff My fragrant panties in that vile slit you call a mouth. Perhaps a pretty gag-ball is what I shall use to hush your whimpers once and for all. Verbal abuse is something I’m never at a loss of words for when the duty of interrogation calls. I find it goes quite nicely with all sorts of humiliating things that I like to do to My bitches. My vocal assaults are surpassed by none even when done with a whisper. I will pry the awful truth out of you still yet.

I understand the art of the head-fuck. And sensory deprivation sends you spiraling down into a deep, deep subspace. Once I have you in a full-headed leather hood, lacing up the back corset style, you will be in complete and total darkness. Shall I then leave you in the depths of lonely silence or shall I subject you to the unbearable heights of My vocal assassination?

Will I ignore you nonchalantly as if you don’t even exist or will I passionately torment you to submit to My warped will? Will I bring you to agonizing screams with the sincere cruelty of My sadistic nature, ruthlessly poking and prodding you like a pin cushion? Or shall I be a kind captor that gently coaxes you into a divine state of submission? What will be your demise as I seal your fate?

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