Nyxon Lies Down on the Job

How are you lighting this? I want you to get my good cheek!

She had already worked at the bonds for two hours sitting on the carpet, an effort that had chaffed her bared buttocks to a rosy red and uncomfortable state. The carpet fibers felt like needled with every movement, and the skin on her ass felt like it was on fire. Her arms were tingling, numb and of no use in changing her position. She looked at the floor a couple of feet down, but it might as well have been 20 feet. She took a deep breath, tensed every muscle she could and let herself fall to her side. Time slowed as she rolled over and began moving towards the ground. She lifted her head away from the rug, grit her teeth into her gag and waited for the eternity it took for gravity to suck her to the ground. Her shoulder drove into the rug with a loud thump as she yelped into her gag. She saw stars, and pain shot down her arm. The jolt stopped at her elbow. Everything below the ropes holding it against the other had no feeling anymore. The initial shock faded, and she began struggling again in earnest. She lifted her ankles and kicked them at the air. She could feel the ends of the rope hitting her calves as she did, and it renewed her faith that escape was possible. Although she could not feel them her fingers wiggled ever so slightly, and she continued to kick. Her ass cheeks glowed hot and red from rug burn, and her shoulder ached. She chewed into her gag, and spit drool from her mouth as she cried out in help. She kicked and wiggled and moaned and fought with all her might, and it amounted to ... nothing. The knots held. The ropes still dug deeply into her soft flesh. The gag silenced her just as cruelly as before. A coil of rope fell by her face and she yelled out in surprise. He was back, and her plight was not over. A second coil, a third and then a fourth fell to the ground by her. Her predicament it seemed was just beginning.

In a world full contorted cuties it is refreshing to do a four-point restraint every so often. Ankles, knees, wrist and elbows is a staple of any rigger's toolbox and often leads up to the much-loved hogtie. There is just something about a simple but tight restraint that gives a girl enough wiggle to let you know sterner measures may be necessary. Nyxon is a great example. Left to her own devices she will pick at any knot, test every rope and find some way to turn your clever restraint into a pile of ropes on the floor that she stands over smiling at the camera. This is what gets her into so many predicaments at my place. She just has to force my hand. Lifting her ankles off of the ground and wigging her buns for the camera is never enough. She just has to try and escape, and I just have to bring in more rope to put her to the test.

Image courtesy of Tied, Taped and Taken - Part One with Nyxon available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8232245.