Saucy Sketch Thursday #173 (Patreon)

The tie neatly and effectively secured his upper torso to his balls. He was forced to hunch over, glasses fogging with the heat of his breath. Looking up put painful pressure on his groin, so he found himself staring at a mark on the wooden floor.

"How long do I have to stay like this, Ma'am?" he gritted.

"Oh, as long as I want, really," his mistress said, her tone amused. "Why, you have anywhere to be?"