…might i ask about Barantos Mcvadi play date where Baran is teaching Mckay a new specific type of tie to use on Victoria by demonstrating it on Trinity
this, then loops round here, baran tells cassie quietly, controlled in that way she is when she’s directing a chaotic trauma room, as if she’s not tightening some rope around her girlfriend’s body. cassie nods along, furrowed brow as she tries to keep up with the twists and ties. it can put a bit of strain on her shoulders, so you need to watch out for that
baran had insisted that in order for cassie to see the right way the rope would loop around trinity’s arm muscles she needed to be in her bra, arms bound beautifully behind her back, face smushed against the bedsheets as baran and cassie look at her like a specimen and vic just behind them lounging on the floor bored and waiting for cassie to try it out on her
she feels stupidly exposed, considering she’s been naked in front of all of these women, has cum multiple times in front of these women, on all of these women.
it’s something that happens, when baran gets the ropes out, seems to simultaneously fray at her nerves and set everything up to 100 whilst also slowly emptying her brain until all that’s left are the physical sensations
does that feel okay, my love? baran ducking down to address her, a finger under some of the rope by her wrist, a tug to it, testing, mhmm, trinity nods, wiggles to test her range of motion out of habit, and then feels it loosen as baran sets her free.
your turn, she’s telling cassie, helping trinity up, fingers instinctively digging into her shoulder muscles even though she was barely tied up for any time at all.
maybe trinity is conditioned now, when baran gets the lengths of rope out, but she’s wet, can feel it in her panties, glad it’s hidden by her thick sweatpants, goes willingly when baran tugs her to sit in her lap on the bed, as cassie coaxes vic to lie down and begins to follow baran’s demonstration from memory, adjusting when baran chimes in.
you always look so good like that, baran breathes against her ear as cassie concentrates on vic, might play with you like that whilst cassie plays with victoria, always victoria with baran, never vic, always cassie’s girl just like she’s baran’s girl
and trinity fights to stop herself squirming, focuses instead on the way vic adjusts her head, twisting it round to face her and baran, pupils blown as cassie tightens a knot, keeps her arms tied tight behind her