It was Friday night and Martin and I stopped by one of our favorite local bars to grab a couple . I was wearing my “Asiana in the office” attire – sheer, black pantyhose, heels and a little mini skirt. I must’ve been oblivious to the fact that I was attracting some attention at the bar because we ended the night with me tied up in the Playroom. And when I say “tied up”, I mean, tied up HARD. It started with the crotch rope tied to my elbows. That was punishing in itself. Then, it lead to my arms being pulled up into a strappado which made it insanely difficult to manage. I was already in tears before Martin could finish tying me. All while I am in a crying, drooling fit, Martin continues to secure my chest rope to the bottom of the wooden frame in front of me, then finishes with my ponytail tightly tied back. At that point, I wanted to tap out but I knew we had only just begun.
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