Tie a crotchrope

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back.” You step behind Emma and cuff her wrists. Pulling the hem of her dress up first, you wrap the rough twine around her waist, then loop it over itself on her back. Walking in front of the passive but nervous looking brunette, you pull the twine forward and loop it under the twine below her navel. As you pull it tight, you guide the twine between the puffy flesh of her twat. “Get on your knees,” you order as you raise the rope to the ceiling. Passing it over an exposed beam in front of her, then one behind her, you bring the twine down to her handcuffs. Emma’s face tenses as she tries to get used to the thin rope cutting through her slit, the rough fibers scraping the tip of her clit every time she moves her wrists. You stand over Emma and run your hand through her short hair.

“Uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The more you behave, the less uncomfortable it has to be. But first, a test. Should I test your pain tolerance, or your whorishness?”