我坐在光滑的皮沙发上，黑色丁字连体衣紧贴着我的肌肤，肩带勒进我的臀部。我心跳加速，戴上一个2.5英寸的球形口塞，橡胶球撑开我的嘴唇和下巴，肩带深深地勒进我的脸颊。太紧了——我总是把肩带拉得太紧。我嘴里发出的任何声音都被完全堵住了，舌头无力地抵着口塞。它的重量沉入我的喉咙深处，一种尖锐而刺激的侵入感让我脚趾蜷缩起来，喇叭状的末端持续地压迫着我的皮肤。

脚步声回荡，沉重而沉稳。他出现在我的视线中，目光锐利。他一言不发，将我的双臂交叉到背后，用绳子绕住我的手腕，拉紧。我的肩膀有些酸痛，但这种束缚感却恰到好处。接着，他交叉我的双腿，弯曲我的脚后跟，使脚后跟紧贴大腿，然后紧紧地绑了起来。这个姿势很考验人，我的身体紧绷着，但他还没完事。他把绳子穿过我的胸口，越过紧身衣，然后拉到身后，固定在我身后的某个地方——也许是个墙钩。我的上半身抬起，脊柱弓起，尾钩在我体内移动，一股电流直击我的腹部。

他现在把绳子穿过尾钩的末端，然后把绳子绕过口塞顶部的D形环，最后系回固定点。我的头猛地抬起，脖子绷紧，口塞勒得更深。钩子拉得更紧了，我的臀部传来一阵持续的疼痛。我被困住了，每一次抽搐都会让绳子勒得更紧，钩子的压力也随之增大。我发出压抑的呻吟，绝望而痛苦，扭动着身体，身下的皮革发出吱嘎声。

这种感觉令人难以承受，每一次动作都让钩子更深，一股灼烧般的疼痛在我体内慢慢积聚。他的目光毫不留情地注视着我，绳索将我牢牢束缚。我的臀部摇摆，追逐着那份感觉，钩子也随之回应，将我推向高潮的边缘。现在他用魔杖刺激我。我挣扎扭动，钩子一次又一次地猛烈抽打着我，让我离高潮越来越近。高潮猛烈袭来，我的身体紧绷着，挣脱束缚，愉悦的尖叫从口塞中逸出。快感如潮水般涌来，钩子加剧了每一次颤抖。我瘫倒在地，绳索束缚着我，我气喘吁吁，精疲力竭，钩子和口塞将我牢牢地固定在极乐的臣服之中。I'm sitting on a slick leather couch, my black g-string bodysuit clinging tightly to my skin, its straps digging into my hips. My heart thumps as I secure a 2.5-inch harness ball gag, the rubber sphere stretching my lips and jaw, straps biting deep into my cheeks. It's tight, too tight - I always pull the straps too tight. Every noise that escapes my mouth is now completely muffled, my tongue pressing uselessly against the gag. Its weight settles deep, a sharp, thrilling intrusion that makes my toes curl, the flared end a constant pressure against my skin.


Footsteps echo, deliberate and heavy. He steps into view, his gaze intense. Without a word, he crosses my arms behind my back, looping rope around my wrists, pulling until they’re snug. My shoulders strain, but the restriction feels right. He crosses my legs next, bending them so my heels press against my thighs, and ties them tightly. The position is demanding, my body taut, but he’s not finished. He threads rope across my chest, over the bodysuit, and pulls it back, securing it to a point behind me—maybe a wall hook. My torso lifts, spine arching, the tail hook shifting inside me, sending a jolt through my core.


He now threads a rope through the tail hook’s end, and then loops the rope through the D-ring on top of the gag, and finally ties it back to the anchor. My head yanks up, neck straining, the gag digging deeper. The hook pulls harder, a relentless ache in my ass. I’m trapped, every twitch tightening the ropes, amplifying the hook’s pressure. My muffled moans fill the air, desperate, as I squirm, the leather creaking beneath me.


The sensation is overwhelming, each movement tugging the hook deeper, a slow burn building inside me. His eyes watch, unyielding, as I struggle, the ropes holding me captive. My hips rock, chasing the feeling, and the hook responds, driving me toward the edge. Now he uses the wand on me. I struggle and squirm which causes the hook to yank on me over and over, which just brings me closer and closer. The orgasm hits hard, my body tensing against the binds, screams of pleasure escaping the gag. Pleasure surges, the hook intensifying every shudder. I collapse, as much as the ropes allow, breathless and spent, the hook and gag anchoring me in blissful surrender.