I’ve been here before, I am watching Master tie my feet together at the ankles, the feeling of rope with each wrap building my arousal.
My arms already folded behind me tied as part of the breasts bondage, I breathe as slowly and as deeply as His ropes allow.
Master gently rolls me onto back, with my arms and shoulders forming a square stand on the floor. He lifts my crossed ankles up then back towards my chest and threads my ankle rope around my breast harness.
(https://imgur.com/a/p2ydNCh I put this here because my English struggles to describe His tie.)
I’ve been here before and know what comes next but still my arousal soars every time as he presses my ankles to my chest, pulling the rope tight as they come together. Just like every other time as the rope take away my every freedom, my pussy clenches with each inch He takes away, until my legs are brushing my nipples, my feet splaying their toes with a life of their own. As he is knotting my ankle rope I hear a long moan released by an animal submitting to a combined agony and ecstasy, tears threatening from the rush of emotions.