The chair I sat on became the platform for our second foray into the murky world of pain and pleasure. She tied me over the back of the chair. Little did I know that danger and uncontrolled were well on their way. Still wearing little, with my butt filling those knickers to capacity Saskia roped my ankles to the rear legs, those parted and double secured about the cross strut. Rope doubled around the waist and then about the top of the chair back kept the target in place and wrists secured to the front legs and cross strut kept me bowed. All was nicely tight and provocatively coarse. I loved the feel of rough rope probing deep into my flesh especially when it parted my p***y lips and sank into the cunny slit. But not on that day.
Lifting the shirt tail Saskia congratulated me on an exempl
