First time water bondage

Back in his study, he sat down and flipped the monitors on. Three screens, each of them showing the basement from a different angle. All focused on the tank. The water was pouring in at a steady pace, he saw, but she was in only to her knees by now—plenty of time to fetch a drink.

Two stories below, Taylor was standing in the center of the tube, knee-deep in the water. Frankly, the water level had reached only an inch below knee deep, but the chains prevented her from standing up straight. She could only stand slightly bent over or with her knees bent. She could have chosen to sit down, of course, but eventually, she would have to stand up anyhow due to the rising water. So she stood.

He sat back in his chair, watching the screens, sipping his drink. What an incredible sight! He marveled at her powerful legs, with bulging thighs and calves. Her arms were muscular and toned, and her shoulders were broad. And yet she was standing there helplessly, just like all the models who had preceded her.

Taylor stared down at the water. It had reached her mid-thighs by now, but you couldn't see the movement, especially not from her perspective. It was all new to her. She had heard of water bondage, of course, being employed at the agency for that long. But this was her first time. Usually, clients hired her for a wrestling match or muscle worshipping. This was, in fact, a far more relaxed way to earn some money. Although it would probably involve some form of breath play at the end, she imagined.

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