The journey is beginning. I’m told to sit down on the floor as Master starts attaching me to a massive, uttermost steel triangle. My ankles are squeezed painfully into the metal cuffs. I guess people really 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. Guy 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 tight.
After an hour of this torture, I am released only long sufficient to have him pull my legs into a constricting yoga position so guy can tie my breasts to my ankles. I’m going from one grueling position to other, and I languish in my own vulnerable misery for a while. I am one more time untied, that time so I can stand, so that Master can handcuff my wrists behindhand my back, likewise as put a leather strap linked to a string on a pulley around my neck. I find it’s extreme to breathe, and even greater amount difficult to swallow. I stand on my toes to essay and relieve some of the pressure, but in a short time I am asked to widen my legs.
Obediently, I do so at once, merely to find that lowers me and makes getting air this much more difficult. Stubborn, I resolve to stay with my legs spread for the entire two hours, only moving to turn around and show people my youthful skin. 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 prostitute." With a red face I do so, still bouncing, ’till Master has at last stopped chuckling at me. I am abused. 2 hours have passed, and now I’m told the actual joy is ’bout to begin.
My neck is released from the strap and the handcuffs are removed. Presently, Master is tying my wrists and arms tensely behind my back with a coarse rope. Completing this task, this guy tells me to squat down and take off my sneakers and socks. With my arms virtually useless, that is frustratingly difficult, but I lastly persevere. I look up at Master to see if Fellow is pleased, but have no time, as I’m standing up and having my own filthy socks stuffed in from one side of the mouth to the 1 more. Clear plastic tape is wound around my head to secure the sock gag. Looking devious, Master says that I’ll be receiving a caning. Cringing, I attempt to prepare myself for what is to come, but in a short time tears are running down my soft cheeks and landing on my supple breasts. I weep out into the gag as this chub strikes me repeatedly on my ass, thighs, and on my tits. I’ve only had 2 one more canings formerly, so they are still overwhelming. However, I find myself strangely aroused by the end of the thrashing.

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