I awoke at 4:30 this early part of the day to the music of Aliens. My body was screaming from the aftershock on the other hand I was soaked. Then I remembered I’ve been dripping altogether day pacing around the dungeon. Just thinking about the sting of the flogger and oblation myself for the next blow of the cane. The horror of the yielding stance in such a predicament and knowing its near. Realizing it’s going to betide today, an hour, right now.
I don’t understand pain and my developing arousal. My corpse resists this; why do I revel in it? The leather razor-~ wraps around my arms behind me. Shoulder blades are put in their function, the straps squeeze the flesh of the upper arms. Then, it slips surrounding my neck and is pulled taught to my ankles. My breasts are adjusted through tight coils.
I have two choices. I can lie on my relish, which creates pressure on the breasts, the hipbones and stomach. This situation enables me to a little pressure off the garrote. The other social rank is on my side. This one strangles me while placing my upper corpse weight on one arm. This position is slightly easier on the back. The legs are immobilized in one or the other position.
Why do they call it a Hog-tie? I amazement. Hogs can’t do this. And in my body I feel more like an angel. Breasts fixed, stomach stretched tight and be pointed pulled back into a position of flight. But after a under which circumstances it hits me. Hogs sniff and grovel in the mud, and in their acknowledge shit. And here I am squirming around on the dirty cover with a ~; my flesh nothing but a cleaning utensil picking leather handcuff up dust and mud from the bottoms of shoes. I’ve never been this coalesce to the ground. The concrete sucks the heat out of me no more than the furnace and the strain of the garrote gives me other thing than enough heat.
He gets bored and tired of my chattering. A extensive ball gag is secured in my mouth. It has a pipe in it so one can breath. It is almost impossible to utter softly through your nose due the stretch of the jaw. It closes the nasal currency. Saliva collects and must be forced out of the mouth in direction to breathe. The size of the ball induces a dull afflict in the jaw.
There is a cold puddle of drool that I am compelled to stew in. The slimy substance does not soak into my skin. It further cleans the floor. The de-humanization process is getting too me. I cry and snot fills my nose. He’s enjoying the pageant. He’s telling me to stimulate the breast clamps with nun bdsm my burden. Now he punished husbands’s watching me. He singletails the clamps to take teen bdsm away them but they are not falling off. I almost feel human since a moment.
I don’t care anymore. The de-humanization protuberance is complete. I guess my pussy is the only part of me that has survived. He asked me admitting that I want some pleasure. I think I’m getting it whether I have occasion for it or not. I’m scared when he begins to labor the vibrator. My predicament has finally settled bdsm sex down. Please don’t compose me move my legs.
He makes me cum quick. I am surprised at the hasten with which I explode, spray and separate into pieces. It’s one invasion of joint pain, pressure against the floor, my limbs instinctively jerking and fighting the noose. I have no control over the pleasure. And there is nothing else.
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