Afterwards,,,
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Boundthighs
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bondage
What is the worst part of being bound and gagged for hours on end? well that is hard to say, there are many hard, painful parts to enduring that type of restraint, but I can tell you one that I experienced just last night, it was escaping!
That is to say actually getting myself loose after hours of lonely, painful struggling, that moment when I am able to finally free my hands and get that excruciating surge of blood and feeling slowly return to my hands and fingers and actually scream and groan into my still very gagged mouth as I endure that slow agony but know that I am still far from actually being free with my arms and legs still tightly bound together and my jaw painfully distended by the packing taped heavily in place.
That terrible thirst from the packing filling my mouth even as my nose ran onto the gag and down my chin mingling with the tears from the pain and the sweat from exertion, oh and lest we forget the dampness on my thighs and ass from pissing myself during my hours of struggling! The crotch rope, now degradingly damp, cutting deep into my tender sex, crushing my hood against my clit made every movement an agony, just as had been envisioned...
I flex my fingers trying to get the feeling back and overcome that hateful pincushion agony and know that my next exhausting quest will be laboriously freeing my arms from their position pinned together behind my back, only then will I be able to escape this heinous gag and finally free my legs, which will be another exercise in screaming pain as the blood flows back into my numb limbs which feel like dead slabs of meat... I don't even want to think about when I release the rope cinching my waist painfully that anchors my crotch rope tightly up between my round, firm, damp cheeks...
It was only an hour or so until sunup and I knew it would be long after that before real freedom was mine having already pissed myself several times over the last ten hours, I hoped I wouldn't again, but I was so tired... I relaxed for a few moments and drifted off to sleep or maybe passed out, and not for the first time that long night...
It would be near mid-morning before I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs, finally freed, weak and wobbling, I leaned on the wall as I moved forward and looked in the mirror, my shoulder length dark hair terribly disheveled, a piece of silver tape still hanging from one side. My face still bored the stretch marks of the heavy, sticky tape that had surrounded my head holding the terrible gag in, my eyes red rimmed from tears, my nose still running, my face stained and red.
My arms and wrists still bore the deep marks of the stringent ropes as did my long legs, visible even through the sheer black hose I still wore... I can't believe that I did this to myself, but even as I slumped down on the bathroom floor, free but exhausted and in pain, I knew I would do it again in a few days, or maybe even less... I needed this release so badly! So very badly!
And now, the crotch rope! Oh Fuck! It hurts! It HURTS!!!
That is to say actually getting myself loose after hours of lonely, painful struggling, that moment when I am able to finally free my hands and get that excruciating surge of blood and feeling slowly return to my hands and fingers and actually scream and groan into my still very gagged mouth as I endure that slow agony but know that I am still far from actually being free with my arms and legs still tightly bound together and my jaw painfully distended by the packing taped heavily in place.
That terrible thirst from the packing filling my mouth even as my nose ran onto the gag and down my chin mingling with the tears from the pain and the sweat from exertion, oh and lest we forget the dampness on my thighs and ass from pissing myself during my hours of struggling! The crotch rope, now degradingly damp, cutting deep into my tender sex, crushing my hood against my clit made every movement an agony, just as had been envisioned...
I flex my fingers trying to get the feeling back and overcome that hateful pincushion agony and know that my next exhausting quest will be laboriously freeing my arms from their position pinned together behind my back, only then will I be able to escape this heinous gag and finally free my legs, which will be another exercise in screaming pain as the blood flows back into my numb limbs which feel like dead slabs of meat... I don't even want to think about when I release the rope cinching my waist painfully that anchors my crotch rope tightly up between my round, firm, damp cheeks...
It was only an hour or so until sunup and I knew it would be long after that before real freedom was mine having already pissed myself several times over the last ten hours, I hoped I wouldn't again, but I was so tired... I relaxed for a few moments and drifted off to sleep or maybe passed out, and not for the first time that long night...
It would be near mid-morning before I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs, finally freed, weak and wobbling, I leaned on the wall as I moved forward and looked in the mirror, my shoulder length dark hair terribly disheveled, a piece of silver tape still hanging from one side. My face still bored the stretch marks of the heavy, sticky tape that had surrounded my head holding the terrible gag in, my eyes red rimmed from tears, my nose still running, my face stained and red.
My arms and wrists still bore the deep marks of the stringent ropes as did my long legs, visible even through the sheer black hose I still wore... I can't believe that I did this to myself, but even as I slumped down on the bathroom floor, free but exhausted and in pain, I knew I would do it again in a few days, or maybe even less... I needed this release so badly! So very badly!
And now, the crotch rope! Oh Fuck! It hurts! It HURTS!!!
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