Tests 8

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Tests 8 is the documentation of a few inquiries into the gal form, utilizing strap as the Inquisitor General. Each test is defined by rope, variations on a theme. By the end, it is clear how strap informs the assets and how the assets reacts to rope, so that each test shows up as a humble interaction inbetween trussing and flesh. The very first gal is dressed in a see-through top, tight ebony pants, and high heel platform shoes. She sits on a stool, her mitts roped behind, her ankles roped crossed. But as she wriggles on the stool, her youthfull energies betray her. Boots do not a dame make. A bright crimson ball gag is shoved into her generous mouth. She is fumbled and stroked. Her trousers are pulled to her knees. When she’s positioned on the floor, her right knee is roped forth to her chest, and the left ankle backward to her wrists. She shows up to have been caught mid-stride. The pose gives a clear sight of her pussy. When she’s tickled, she giggles. Until a palm glazes her mouth and nose. Before long, she is naked, a pulley keeping her perched on those unlikely heels. The straps burrow into her skin above and below her breasts. Her knees are separated by a spreader bar. Her ankles are roped together. Perhaps at this point, she understands her error in wearing the heels. Forceps pull her honeypot wide, and she is tested at this point of entry. Afterward, she’s left to accomplish her edible dance, balancing her weight on very first one foot, then the next. In the 2nd test, however the assets of the gal shows up soft, the wraps are heavy, providing definition to wrists and waist. Her elbows are roped until rubbing in back. Toes, feet, and ankles are defined this way. Her plush jugs are confined by rope. Cords shape a hexagram over her heart. The sleek, silvery assets of the 3rd test, as covered by rope, shows up contrapuntal. There is tiny excess. Her roped jugs are pressed farther into her chest. Everything seems tempered except for her clitoris, clipped inbetween 2 tight ropes, engorged after approach from the eroscillator, and set off by her piercing. In the final test, the rear nodes of the Asian cradle are so complicated that they cascade down the back. In the front, the wraps highlight her jugs and collarbones. The crisscross of straps about her ankles then looped down to her toes feels lush, an orgasm of rope. Here, the art of restrain bondage is exemplified. The left gam is extended rearward, then the right gam extended also. The mammories of her culo are taut. She shows up to have been took hold of mid-air. She is teased with the notorious Mr. Pogo, then her gams brought forth as however she’s sitting, hips opened wide. Her honeypot are loose, like new petals. At this point, iron intrudes. Severity comes at last. But even here, strap is the master. The wraps about her forehead, eyes, mouth, and mouth are simply the last noisy echo of each wrap that went before. She is roped arm, thigh, knee, mid-calf, ankle, and toe. The details shudder in the eye. She is presented to Mr. Pogo and the eroscillator. But it is the shapes we remember. And the moans. And the bindings.