Beach house bondage 3

I adore going to my friend’s beach house; it is so secluded and private. Some of you might recall my earlier visits there, with the most recent one being quite similar. During my stay of about 18 hours, I found myself tied up in three distinct ways. Initially, after he once again cleaned & worshipped my 6” strappy stiletto sandals, he secured my ankles and hogtied me while I was relaxing without a care. After spending over an hour with him, he set me free. Roughly three hours later, he coaxed me into his bedroom, swiftly binding my wrists behind my back and lifting my feet upward. Once he was content, I was unbound and managed to sleep through the night. In the morning, I woke up to find my hands tied in front of me before attending to my feet. He is so quick & strong that even if I tried, I couldn’t resist him tying me up; once his ropes are knotted, there’s no escape. Donning 6” heels with slick soles alongside a snug skirt (I have always loved dressing this way for some reason) makes capturing & binding me incredibly easy. Since we both delight in it greatly, nobody has any complaints.:D