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The journey is beginning. I’m told to sit down on the floor as Master begins attaching me to a large, heavy 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. 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 tight.
After an hour of this torture, I am released only long enough to have him pull my legs into a tight yoga position so he can tie my breasts to my ankles. I'm going from one grueling position to another, and I languish in my own helpless misery for a while. I am again untied, this time so I can stand, so that Master can handcuff my wrists behind my back, as well as put a leather strap attached to a rope on a pulley around my neck. I find it’s hard to breathe, and even more difficult to swallow. I stand on my toes to try and relieve some of the pressure, but soon I am asked to spread my legs.
Obediently, I do so immediately, only to find this lowers me and makes getting air that 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 young body. 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 slut." With a red face I do so, still bouncing, until Master has finally stopped chuckling at me. I am humiliated. Two hours have passed, and now I'm told the real fun is about to begin.
My neck is released from the strap and the handcuffs are removed. Soon, Master is tying my wrists and arms tightly behind my back with a rough rope. Completing this task, he tells me to squat down and take off my sneakers and socks. With my arms virtually useless, this is frustratingly difficult, but I finally persevere. I look up at Master to see if He is pleased, but have no time, as I’m standing up and having my own dirty socks stuffed in from one side of the mouth 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 caning. Cringing, I try to prepare myself for what is to come, but soon tears are running down my soft cheeks and landing on my supple breasts. I cry out into the gag as he strikes me repeatedly on my ass, thighs, and on my tits. I’ve only had two other canings before, so they are still overwhelming. However, I find myself strangely aroused by the end of the beating.
The arousal mixes with curiosity as he tells me to lie down on my back and arms. This turns to anticipation as I see Him secure leather straps around my ankles: an inverted suspension! I must be being a good girl, because this is one of my favorite things to do, to just dangle and swing, the blood rushing to settle in my head. This feeling quickly evaporates as Master gives Sir Barry a single-tail and tells him to start to work on me. Teasing me cruelly, Sir Barry makes the evil black whip crack wickedly in the air around me. I feel several rushes of cool air and then snap! He strikes me sharply in one breast, then several more times before switching to the other. Growing bored of that spot, he begins alternating strikes to my thighs, stomach, pussy, and even my throat, a first on Insex, he says. I'm crying, but everything is still at a level that I can comfortably handle.
Master lowered me back down to the floor where he began preparing me for yet another position. This time I am tied up with my legs spread apart while I'm standing. The ropes for my legs are attached to the floor on opposite sides of me. Two other ropes tied very tightly around my large tits are secured to the ceiling on opposite sides. My breasts are being pulled apart, and my balance is precarious. As a final touch, Master pulls my hair up so tight I can feel some being pulled out, and attaches it to a pulley dangling from the ceiling. A red ball gag is produced and placed fully in my mouth. Within minutes my jaw is already sore, my tits are aching from being squeezed by the ropes, while my legs feel like they could buckle at any moment. I'm released from this for a still greater challenge: an extreme hog tie.
Earlier in the week, Master discovered that I have what could be considered an incredible arch in my back. He ties my arms Japanese-style, then instructs me to lie down on my stomach and tits on a wooden table. We have to work together to get me in such a tight circle, and he is forced to tie the ropes very tightly to keep me that way. I wish I could see what it looks like, I imagine my body is forming a perfect circle. Pressing into my back, my hands are pushing against my organs, my body is virtually folded backwards, and it is almost impossible to breathe. A metal gag holding my mouth open made breathing that much more difficult, and showing mercy Master unties me. I'm told that a forced orgasm is coming. I just had my first one two days ago from Master, and it was so intense that it’s almost intimidating. To make things more nerve-racking, I'll have my upper-body submerged under a tank of water. I’m holding my breath; this could be even more overwhelming than before, and I hadn’t thought that possible.
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