She frees you, you bind her: A fair exchange

Evellyn moves behind you, working quickly to untie the ropes around your wrists. The moment the ropes fall away, she moves down to your ankles, untying the last of your bindings.

"There," Evellyn says, standing up and dusting off her hands. "Now, we’ll head back and-

Before she can finish her sentence, you’ve stopped time. You snatch the ropes off the grass, pin Evellyn’s arms behind her back, and bind her wrists, looping the rope tightly around her arms and securing it with a practiced knot. You work swiftly while time remains frozen, moving to bind Evellyn’s knees together. The ropes dig into her soft skin as you ensure there’s no room for escape. Satisfied with your handiwork, you step back to admire the sight - Evellyn, frozen in time, her naked body exposed to your ravenous gaze without any way for her to cover herself - just the way you like it. With a smug grin, you resume time.

Evellyn’s sharp intake of breath is instant as she realizes her predicament. Her head snaps toward you, fury blazing in her eyes. She tries to step forward, but the ropes around her knees restrict her movements, causing her to stumble slightly. "What the-?! What are you doing?!" she exclaims, tugging fruitlessly against the restraints.

”I needed you to untie me; I didn’t need you to team up with me.” Before she can retort, your hand slips under her titty, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling the warmth of her skin against your palm. Evellyn grits her teeth, a frustrated growl escaping her lips as she twists in your grip and tries to shake you away, but to no avail. "No one’s gotten the better of me in years,” you say, your voice dripping with amusement. "But since you did just free me, consider this a reduced sentence."

Evellyn hisses: ”You honorless dog! Untie me this instant or I’ll-“

You smile, taking a step back: “Oh, Evey, if I untied you, you’d just try to get back at me.”You dangle the ballgag teasingly in front of her face. “But hey, since you’re so keen on equal treatment…”

She jerks her head back, nostrils flaring: “Don’t you fucking dare.”

You chuckle softly: “…consider this a learning opportunity.”

With a swift motion, you bring the gag closer and **** it into her mouth, pulling the straps snugly behind her head before she can continue to protest. She glares daggers at you, muffled sounds of indignation escaping her gagged mouth, but all she can do is squirm helplessly in her bindings. "Now, now," you murmur, tugging the straps behind her head, "Let’s keep things quiet, shall we? I’d hate for someone to find you in such a… predicament.”

You make sure everything is tightened properly, using you free hand to give her buttock a firm pat, and sensually run it down the front of her toned stomach in the direction of her crotch. Evellyn’s body jerks in response, her bound legs making it impossible for her to fully escape your touch. She bites down on the ballgag, unwilling to give you the satisfaction of a reaction, though her reddening cheeks betray the cocktail of emotions surging inside. The fibre of her being is shouting for defiance, but there’s another part of her which longs for the degradation; to lose the hard-fought battle and be humiliated and displayed for her troubles. To fight you and lose her dignity to your perverted ministrations… it is a spice to the dulness of her everyday existence. She just can’t admit to it, for acquiescence breaks the spell, but the shudder that goes through her body as your fingers brush her erect nipples betrays her all the same. You know how to read the signs.

"Good girl," you say with a wink, giving her one last teasing pat on her ass before disappearing.