She enters and follows the instructions given to her. She strips, but leaves on her garter, heels, and stockings. She bends over the bench to see what it feels like.
I stuff them in her mouth before ordering her to turn in a circle so I can take in my work for a short while. I eventually return to place her on top of the table for a hogtie.
Me being the sadist I am though whip her bound clamped tits with a leather strap. It's not that heavy, but it's effects are still felt. I soon release her and that smile is back immediately.
Once she is gagged, bent into a pretzel, and chest and waist roped... all thoughts turn into just 1, and that is 100% concentration on how you will get your next breath... almost primal maybe.
Like Automobiles, Portia need maintenance and adjustments. the mind gets cluttered and a good bondage session can be a shortcut to organizing this clutter.
Trixie endures her hogtie for a while, before I release her. She stays on her stomach and I leave her arms bound behind her back. Her legs are spread, as I strap her ass and legs.