I lay her down on the workbench and stroked her hair while she cried through her gag. I rolled her onto her belly because her hands were tied behind her. How was I going to keep her more securely fastened to the table though? I took my leather belt and wrapped it once around her neck, then hammered down the two ends of the belt with big rusty nails. She squirmed around but the leather good and hard and held. then there was a vice attached to the other end of the table so i took my shoelaces, ran them through the rope around her ankles and tied it to the handle on the vice. Should hold her nicely.
I played with my cock again to look at my handiwork: a little blonde poppet tied and gagged face down on the wooden table. the leather strap pshing down on her pretty neck, her hands twisting and writhing uselessly, just above the curve of her lovely bottom and then her smooth calves and ankles ending in a tied pair of feet with soles turned up, tied to the far end of the table.
My cock was rock hard as I peeled down her shorts and knickers to look at the smooth crevass between her young bottom cheeks which I kissed. so soft and meaty. I stroked her calves and ran my fingers over the curves of her feet. She twitched and flexed her lttle feet, so sexy and adorable, again I ran my tongue over her tootsies. My head buzzing with lust for them. I took the hacksaw off it's nail on the wall. My hands quivering as I held the supple, curvey foot nearest me and pressed the teeth of it to the back of the ankle an inch or so above her heel.