Clamps on lips and nips

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I woke up sore and aching. My whole assets was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had commenced out as joy actually. My college girl clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my assets and attempting to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, mocking at my foolhardy tries and I grew ever more determined to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a thicker knot, a string around my neck pulled relentlessly higher. Still I kept attempting at the ropes, thrusting and working at the knots, sniggering all the way. PD eventually made me sit on my knees and pulled the string taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the stress on my knees, which were hastily becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in attempting to get out of PD's straps earlier, I was getting truly exhausted truly fast. I attempted to sit back on my soles to relax my knees, this pose put a bunch of stress on my thighs, and tightened the string on my neck further,but I restrained on. PD pulled my boots and socks off and kittled them, plumbed them and clamped them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he relieved the string on my neck, only to truss it to my foot! He pulled me up and I sensed a awful stress on my ankle, the stress was unbearable. I had seen him do this slew of times, and had never accomplished it myself. I was terrified. Soon my despotism deepened, I commenced to sense as if the thongs of leather wrapped around my foot were slipping, and imagined myself plummeting to the ground head first. These were irrational fears, but I could not shake them, I groaned to be let down.