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Here is a commission I did for . Please read a snippet of his story below that goes with this drawing:

"Kristen closed her eyes as she moaned, drool spilling out from her forcefully opened lips. Her jaw ached from the unnaturally wide position the metal ring behind her teeth forced her to maintain. She could feel her wet spittle slipping down to land on her bare, heaving breasts. Her shoulders ached from the effort of keeping her arms lifted behind her. A thick sheath of leather encased them, forcing them to press tightly together. She wanted desperately to lower her arms, but she had quickly learned that any failure to keep them lifted caused the tight ropes around her slender throat to bite in more fiercely, cutting off what little air supply she could find.

The torment to her upper body, however, could not hold a candle to what she was experiencing down below. She balanced precariously on her right foot, toes pressed desperately into the floor to hold herself up as much as she could. Her other foot was lifted above her waist, held up by a rope tied to the thick leather cuff locked in place on her ankle. Running through a pulley system set in the ceiling above her, the rope was connected to a matching cuff on her other ankle, ensuring that she could only reach the floor with one foot at a time.

A choking sob escaped her lips, firm breasts heaving, as Kristen felt the wicked device that stood between her spread legs begin to increase in intensity. On its left, it lay dormant, rubber tubes hanging flaccid. But on its right, the matching tubes there were a blur of motion. They spun quickly, and the sound of them slapping against her extended thigh filled the room. As the brutal assault grew more rapid, Kristen knew that she would have to switch sides soon, but she dreaded the thought of what that would entail.

If the rope connecting her ankles only passed through the pulleys above, it would still have been a challenge to switch feet. Lifting one to bring the other down required her to spend at least a few moments supported only by the ropes around her neck and connected to her arms. An icy chill ran down her spine at the memory of the way the rope would tighten around her throat, of the way her lungs had shuddered in their desperate search for oxygen. The thought of experiencing that once more was terrifying, but she could feel her leg beginning to give out, thigh muscles quivering.

The rope connecting her ankles did not only pass through the pulleys above, however. It had also been passed between her legs. Her sheer white pantyhose, the only clothing she still wore, did nothing to protect her from the press of the rough rope threaded through her nether lips and up between the globes of her ass behind her. A line of thick knots tied in that rope pressed against her belly, and she shuddered at the memory of them passing so roughly between her legs.

Kristen let out a desperate mewling sound as a tremor ran through her right leg and she faltered for a moment. She fell down against the ropes on her throat and between her legs. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she pushed herself back up, but she could tell that her strength was not going to last. She had to make the change. Panting hard through flared nostrils, she braced herself for the coming torment. She took little solace in the knowledge that the flogger would start slowly on the other side.

She had to find a way out of this. She would not be able to take much more. Taking a deep breath, she thrust her left leg down, plunging into the tight clutches of the ropes."

Please let me and know what you think. Enjoy!

—Rook

Description

Here is a commission I did for . Please read a snippet of his story below that goes with this drawing:

"Kristen closed her eyes as she moaned, drool spilling out from her forcefully opened lips. Her jaw ached from the unnaturally wide position the metal ring behind her teeth forced her to maintain. She could feel her wet spittle slipping down to land on her bare, heaving breasts. Her shoulders ached from the effort of keeping her arms lifted behind her. A thick sheath of leather encased them, forcing them to press tightly together. She wanted desperately to lower her arms, but she had quickly learned that any failure to keep them lifted caused the tight ropes around her slender throat to bite in more fiercely, cutting off what little air supply she could find.

The torment to her upper body, however, could not hold a candle to what she was experiencing down below. She balanced precariously on her right foot, toes pressed desperately into the floor to hold herself up as much as she could. Her other foot was lifted above her waist, held up by a rope tied to the thick leather cuff locked in place on her ankle. Running through a pulley system set in the ceiling above her, the rope was connected to a matching cuff on her other ankle, ensuring that she could only reach the floor with one foot at a time.

A choking sob escaped her lips, firm breasts heaving, as Kristen felt the wicked device that stood between her spread legs begin to increase in intensity. On its left, it lay dormant, rubber tubes hanging flaccid. But on its right, the matching tubes there were a blur of motion. They spun quickly, and the sound of them slapping against her extended thigh filled the room. As the brutal assault grew more rapid, Kristen knew that she would have to switch sides soon, but she dreaded the thought of what that would entail.

If the rope connecting her ankles only passed through the pulleys above, it would still have been a challenge to switch feet. Lifting one to bring the other down required her to spend at least a few moments supported only by the ropes around her neck and connected to her arms. An icy chill ran down her spine at the memory of the way the rope would tighten around her throat, of the way her lungs had shuddered in their desperate search for oxygen. The thought of experiencing that once more was terrifying, but she could feel her leg beginning to give out, thigh muscles quivering.

The rope connecting her ankles did not only pass through the pulleys above, however. It had also been passed between her legs. Her sheer white pantyhose, the only clothing she still wore, did nothing to protect her from the press of the rough rope threaded through her nether lips and up between the globes of her ass behind her. A line of thick knots tied in that rope pressed against her belly, and she shuddered at the memory of them passing so roughly between her legs.

Kristen let out a desperate mewling sound as a tremor ran through her right leg and she faltered for a moment. She fell down against the ropes on her throat and between her legs. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she pushed herself back up, but she could tell that her strength was not going to last. She had to make the change. Panting hard through flared nostrils, she braced herself for the coming torment. She took little solace in the knowledge that the flogger would start slowly on the other side.

She had to find a way out of this. She would not be able to take much more. Taking a deep breath, she thrust her left leg down, plunging into the tight clutches of the ropes."

Please let me and know what you think. Enjoy!

—Rook