Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

Looking at her sleek back clothed in a firm harness of rope, I realize Felina means business and wants to be tied tightly. She is observing the proud silence that belongs to artists and to a woman who knows how to bend with grace, so to make her resolve even stronger I step close and nod at her to open her mouth. With a smile she does so and a yellow rubber ball is pushed in, and then, I extract a black scarf, folding it double and pushing it over the ball which is already making her mouth bulge. The scarf gag pulled tight, I tie it off taut with a knot behind her head. We hear Felina giving off a delicious, kittenish mumble. Incapable of speech, when her bonds are complete she will fight her way out in silence.

Hauling out a 15' leather rope I bend a little behind her and tie it twice around her pretty waist, finishing with a tight knot placed in the rear but four inches above her wrists, which so far are not restrained - will leave that to someone coming next! - but kept in place by the heavy bondage on her arms. Instead of attending to her hands, I feel under her decorous briefs to assess the distance down to her soft spots.

"Nnnnghh!!" a moan drifts from Felina's silenced mouth as my fingers tease her a little. But you will not have pleasure now, girl. I add two solid knots on the right distances of the rope before it is pulled tight under her butt and into her pink folds: cunningly I let he knots scratch inexorably at her labia and her innermost bud which is sure to grow hard and wet as she is forced to struggle to avoid humiliation and defeat.

The rope pulled taut in front, she grunts softly. Had you expected this, lady? I pull the firm rope up to the coils girding her waist and run it three times around them, and then closing with a firm knot designed to withstand a lot of pulling just under those coils. About a third of the rope is left, and I gently order our escapologist "On your knees, Miss, but with your thighs half upright."

The obliging woman placs herself in position - if her arms were free and in front she might be playing with a rubber ball - and the rope is pulled between her thighs and to her ankles. They need to be lashed together, and the rope is pulled in a few coils around them and then around both, before the tail end is pulled to the middle of her nakd calves. I pull it around them twice and finish with a ribbon knot in front, as if she were a package. Kneeling as if in prayer but with her mouth silenced and her arms completely restrained, her gaze wanders around the audience, waiting fearlessly for the next giver. I bow slightly and return to my seat.