I awoke at 4:30 this dawn to the music of Aliens. My body was screaming from the aftershock limit I was soaked. Then I remembered I’ve been dripping whole 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 resigned stance in such a predicament and knowing its near. Realizing it’s going to happen today, an hour, right now.
I don’t understand pain and my developing arousal. My dead ~ resists this; why do I revel in it? The leather thong wraps around my bdsm personals arms behind bbw bdsm me. Shoulder blades are put in their office, the straps squeeze the flesh of the upper arms. Then, it slips round my neck and is pulled taught to my ankles. My breasts are adjusted with tight coils.
I have two choices. I can lie on my brook, which creates pressure on the breasts, the hipbones and stomach. This condition enables me to a little pressure off the garrote. The other condition is on my side. This one strangles me while placing my upper visible form weight on one arm. This position is slightly easier on the back. The legs are immobilized in any one position.
Why do they call it a Hog-tie? I amazement. Hogs can’t do this. And in my body I be excited more like an angel. Breasts fixed, stomach stretched tight and rise pulled back into a position of flight. But after a time it hits me. Hogs sniff and grovel in the mud, and in their be in possession of shit. And here I am squirming around on the dirty floor; my flesh nothing but a cleaning utensil picking up dust and mire from the bottoms of shoes. I’ve never been this end to the ground. The concrete sucks the heat out of me no more than the furnace and the strain of the garrote gives me greater degree than enough heat.
He gets bored and tired of my chattering. A copious ball gag is secured in my mouth. It has a pipe in it so one can breath. It is almost impossible to pause through your nose due the stretch of the jaw. It closes the nasal pass. Saliva collects and must be forced out of the mouth in arrange to breathe. The size of the ball induces a dull grief in the jaw.
There is a cold puddle of drool that I am strained 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 sight. He’s telling me to stimulate the breast clamps with my mode of estimating ~. Now he’s watching me. He singletails the clamps to take away them but they are not falling off. I almost feel human in the place of a moment.
I don’t care anymore. The de-humanization progress is complete. I guess my pussy is the only part of me that has survived. He asked me on the supposition that I want some pleasure. I think I’m getting it whether I poverty it or not. I’m scared when he begins to moil the vibrator. My predicament has bdsm watch finally settled down. Please don’t form me move my legs.
He makes me cum bdsm wasteland quick. I am surprised at the accelerate with which I explode, spray and separate into pieces. It’s every invasion of joint pain, pressure against the floor, my limbs instinctively jerking and contention the noose. I have no control over the pleasure. And in that place is nothing else.
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