It all starts with the first belt. Innocent and unassuming as it cinches around her ankles. Then another is wrapped around her knees. One by one they encircle and trap her body tighter and tighter. The belts keep coming; a dozen, maybe more. All that's left is Savannah crushed into a ball, helpless on the floor. A ballgag is strapped in place before she's left to figure a way out. Unlike a hogtie where some movement is possible, she can't seem to move an inch on the floor. Literally. Any hope of loosening a belt is dashed by the leather mitts locked over her hands. Maybe if she's good a few orgasms might be in order. It's the last I can do before leaving her to struggle for the night.
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