The journey is beginning. I’m told to sit down on the floor as Master begins attaching me to a large, extreme steel triangle. My ankles are squeezed painfully into the metal cuffs. I guess people in all honesty can be big-boned, because my feet are going numb by the time he’s secured the metal collar around my neck and the cuffs on my wrists. Fellow asks me to pull my legs out in front of me as far as I can. The pressure on my ankles causes me to wince, and I essay to adjust my neck inside the collar — it is so constricting.
After an hour of that torture, I am released just only long enough to have him pull my legs into a stern yoga position so gink can bind my breasts to my ankles. I’m going from one grueling position to another, and I languish in my own wide-open misery for a while. I am again untied, this time so I can stand, so this Master can handcuff my wrists behindhand my back, likewise as put a leather strap attached to a cord on a pulley around my neck. I find it is severe to breathe, and even more difficult to swallow. I stand on my toes to attempt and relieve some of the pressure, but soon I am asked to widen my legs.
Obediently, I do so now, only to find this lowers me and makes acquiring air this much more difficult. Stubborn, I resolve to stay with my legs widen for the entire two hours, only moving to turn around and show people my teenaged flesh. I hear Master commanding me to bounce up and down to make my tits shake. As I’m doing this I’m told to repeat, "I’m a bondage titty bitch." With a red face I do so, still bouncing, until Master has in conclusion stopped chuckling at me. I am humiliated. 2 hours have passed, and immediately I’m told the real pleasure is about to begin.
My neck is released from the strap and the handcuffs are removed. In a short time, Master is tying my wrists and arms tightly behindhand my back with a rough rope. Completing this task, guy tells me to squat down and take off my sneakers and socks. With my arms virtually useless, that is frustratingly difficult, but I finally persevere. I look up at Master to watch if Buddy is pleased, but have no time, as I’m standing up and having my own nasty socks stuffed in from one side of the kisser to the another. Clear plastic tape is wound around my head to secure the sock gag. Looking devious, Master says this I’ll be receiving a caning. Cringing, I essay to prepare myself for what is to come, but shortly after tears are running down my soft cheeks and landing on my supple breasts. I weep out into the gag as fellow strikes me repeatedly on my ass, thighs, and on my tits. I’ve only had two another canings formerly, so they are still overwhelming. Despite this, I find myself strangely aroused by the end of the thrashing.

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