<strong>Felina</strong>was used to be tied up on stage. This was her job, this was her passion and she liked to offer the best show out of it. Today was no different, she thought and she was starting it confidently as Louise approached her with her ropes. But as soon as she felt the restraints tighten around her limbs she knew she was facing a real professional. Louise was good at binding knots but there was something more: she was good at freeing herself and she was taking extra care to make Felina's task difficult. But never did the redhead artist allow her thought to be seen on her face and she kept smiling all along the way, flexing her muscles dramatically as if she were already fighting the restraints.<br/><br/>Louise was working fast and efficiently and soon Felina was bound legs and hands. She felt a new respect forming in her mind.<br/><br/>That's when she ordered her to kneel. Felina did not like the tone it had been said in, nor the grin on Louise's face. But she knew better than to complain and she got to her knees, which was not so easy a task with her tightly bound legs and her useless arms.<br/><br/>She was on her knees, her face roughly at Louise's crotch level. Her breathing was imperceptibly faster as she looked up at her opponent an air of defiance on her face.