Isobel Wren: Venturing into the unknown
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Everyone likes a little spice in their love-life once in a while, and tonight is Isobel’s venture into the unknown. It doesn’t go exactly as planned though… Ivan pulls her in by her long red ponytail, tosses her down on the bed, and pins her hands behind her back – all too fast for her to resist much. His strength overwhelms her, and all she can do is stretch out her long legs and try to pull away, but her wrists are still tied quickly enough. Ivan switches her position on the bed so he can corral those shapely legs, putting her ankles between his legs so he can tie her knees. But before he can pull the rope tight, she manages to pull first one leg, then the other, out from his grasp. So she’s going to make this difficult? Ivan holds her legs tightly with one hand while the other starts the rope again.
Isobel still struggles, losing one shoe in the process, but Ivan promises to put it back on – after all, the view is better with the black high heels on. The other shoe drops while he’s wrapping the rope around her knees, which gives her a little more room to maneuver, gradually working her feet out of Ivan’s grip. But by that time he has her knees secure, so it doesn’t really matter. Isobel half laughs, half moans, “I was going to fight so good, but you’re so hard! I’m not going anywhere, it sucks!” But the smile on her face shows that despite her comments, she’s still enjoying it. She wiggles and squirms while Ivan ties her ankles, and tries to reach back to her knees, arching her back and throwing her hair, straining to even touch the rope, but the knots are out of her reach. She does manage to grab the rope Ivan is using to tie her ankles, but he ponders aloud how many fingers he might break if he jerks the rope out of her hands, and she lets go. He puts her pretty little shoes back on and ties them in place. “At least they’ll be pretty while I’m totally helpless here!” Isobel laughs.
Ivan rearranges Isobel again, sitting her up and pulling her shirt off her shoulders, tucking her pretty pink bra under those lovely little tits for a sexier view. He grabs her ponytail again – a perfect handle to hold her in place while he crams a teal scarf into her mouth and wraps white tape around her head several times. No more complaining about her shoes coming off or anything else Ivan is doing to her – like the rope below and above her pretty breasts, the little pink nipples standing at attention. What else can Isobel do now but sit quietly and try to look angry while Ivan adds more and more rope. She squeaks cutely when he pushes her back down onto the bed, and groans when he links a rope from her wrists to her knees and ankles, moans when he tightens it down by hooking it to her chest harness. She certainly isn’t going anywhere now, she can only wiggle, arch, and flex those beautiful legs.
Ivan starts to torment her by pushing her to the edge of the bed and tilting her until she thinks she’s going to fall – but he catches her and puts her back on the bed before she hits the floor. When he steps away, though, she’s scared to move since she’s still so close to the edge. That’s okay, though, it’s nearly time to go anyway. Ivan moves her easily, turning her to the other side of the bed, then tosses her over his shoulder, eliciting a squeal from pretty Isobel as she dangles from his broad shoulder. Now for the real fun…