The voyage is starting. I’m said to sit down on the floor as Master starts attaching me to a big, enormous metallic triangle. My ankles are squeezed painfully into the metal bracelets. I guess people indeed can be big-boned, cuz my feet are going numb by the time he’s secured the metal collar around my neck and the handcuffs on my wrists. He 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 try to adjust my neck inside the collar — it’s so taut.
After an hour of this ache, I am given away merely lengthy sufficiently to have him pull my legs into a taut yoga position so this chab can tie my wobblers to my ankles. I'm going from one grueling position to one more, and I languish in my own powerless misery for a whilst. I am anew untied, this time so I can stand, so that Master can handcuff my wrists behind my back, as well as put a leather thong attached to a rope on a pulley around my neck. I discover it’s intense to breathe, and even greater quantity difficult to drink. I stand on my toes to try and relieve some of the pressure, but pretty soon I am asked to widen my legs.
Obediently, I do so just now, merely to discover this lowers me and makes getting air that much greater amount difficult. Stubborn, I give a decision to stay with my legs widen for the whole 2 hours, merely moving to turn around and show people my youthful body. I hear Master commanding me to bounce up and down to make my scoops shake. As I’m doing this I’m said to iterate, "I'm a tying titty slut." With a red face I do so, still bouncing, until Master has lastly stopped chuckling animalism me. I am abased. Two hours have passed, and now I'm said the real enjoyment is about to start.
My neck is given away from the belt and the wristlets are removed. Soon, Master is restraint bondage my wrists and arms tightly 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, this is frustratingly difficult, but I lastly persevere. I look up animalism Master to watch if He is cheerful, but have no time, as I’m standing up and having my own messy socks stuffed in from one side of the face hole to the other. Clear plastic tape is wound around my head to secure the sock gag. Looking devious, Master says that I’ll be receiving a beating. Cringing, I try to prepare myself for what is to come, but in a short time tears are running down my soft cheeks and landing on my pliant milk sacks. I cry out into the gag as this chab strikes me repeatedly on my a-hole, haunches, and on my pantoons. I’ve merely had 2 other canings in advance of, so they are still overwhelming. However, I discover myself strangely aroused by the end of the caning.

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