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She was a self proclaimed rope bunny apparently.

The messages back and forth teased a willingness to let you keep up your bondage skills and when she eventually arrived at the rendezvous, the pile of rope, tape and bandage wrap was waiting for its playmate.

Her nervous joke about having a big mouth was no laughing matter. The self deprecating attitude was sweet, but you had no time for such frippery. Her clothes were gone in a moment, revealing her chubby figure, adorned with tattoos and piercings.

The punishing muzzle was the centrepiece of the day’s activities. Her frame was roped up tightly and the pierced nipples were as hard as bullets. The crotchrope did its intended job and cut into her soft pussy.

But all the while, it was the face crushing electrical tape gag that kept your attention. The glossy black mask was almost a second skin as it settled back into shape and held her original gag in place……a more modest panty stuffing with bandage wrap.

You tugged the crotchrope hard and her grunts were silenced effectively. She wanted to see what your brand of foreplay was like and you gave it to her in spades. The addition of a connecting rope from around her wrists to the crotch binding gave a little more depth to her predicament, as any movement would forced the cunt splitting restraint deeper and deeper.

Was she enjoying herself? Was there another little joke to crack?

Possibly. But you weren’t laughing, and neither was she. Perhaps you’ll slip that vibrator she thoughtfully provided under the rope near her clit. Maybe a forced orgasm or 6 will lighten the mood.