He had introduced her to bondage. Now she was learning about its brutality, her wrists pulled up into a painful reverse prayer. Ballgagged. Frogtied. And struggling hard.
But something else was happening. Her young sexual engine was kicking into high gear. She could feel her white panties becoming soaked. The whimpering began to sound like moans. And the room began to fill with the cent of a very aroused young woman.
As she saw herself in the mirror, saw her struggling, she began to wonder. Was she becoming someone who not only enjoyed but craved the tight, brutal bondage? And was she enjoying the bondage torment?
The answer just might be yes.