105-Portia’s Moving Day Mistake with Joseph Bond

Moving day was supposed to be simple — but the mover’s sluggish pace quickly tests Portia’s patience. From her kitchen perch, she’s bossy, bratty, and dripping with attitude… until her sharp tongue goes too far. In an instant, her world flips — she’s yanked into the bedroom, kicking and gasping as control slips from her fingers.Rope appears, and suddenly she’s no longer in charge. Her wrists are bound tight behind her back, and a cruelly knotted cleave gag silences her defiance. But Portia’s feisty spark isn’t extinguished. He tightens rope around her neck, lays her down, and secures her to the bed, her struggles only fueling his dominance. Her knees are pushed open, ankles tied to the bedposts, and her miniskirt rides up, revealing delicate white lace — a perfect display of her hidden vulnerability.Her body trembles with anticipation. The hitachi is teased against her, leaving her writhing, gasping, and helpless… and then he leaves her to reach her climax alone, his attention elsewhere, his control absolute.Alone and humiliated, she squirms against the ropes, the tension building with every futile attempt to escape. When he returns, there’s no mercy — a larger gag silences her further, and he folds her into a tight, helpless hogtie.With ease, he lifts her like one of the boxes she’d ordered him to move, carrying her through the doorway and back into the kitchen. She’s set on the counter, rope glinting against her skin, gag pulled taut to her feet — every inch of her displayed under his control. Left to drool, wriggle, and stew in her helplessness, Portia has no choice but to submit… until the door opens and someone finally walks in.Tied, teased, and dominated, Portia’s moving day has become a memory she won’t soon forget.