Contorted Flower Vol 2

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I woke up sore and aching. My entire bod was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had commenced out as joy actually. My school woman clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my bod and trying 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 bigger knot, a strap around my neck pulled continuously higher. Still I kept trying at the ropes, prodding and working at the knots, sniggering all the way. PD eventually made me sit on my knees and pulled the strap taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the stress on my knees, which were swiftly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much force I had expended in trying to get out of PD's cords earlier, I was getting truly heavy-breathing truly fast. I attempted to sit back on my soles to relieve my knees, this posture put a pile of tension on my thighs, and tightened the strap on my neck further,but I restricted on. PD pulled my shoes and socks off and kittled them, romped them and pinched them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he relaxed the strap on my neck, only to truss it to my foot! He pulled me up and I sensed a awful tension 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. Briefly my despotism deepened, I commenced to sense as if the thongs of leather packaged around my sole were slipping, and imagined myself plummeting to the ground head first. These were irrational fears, but I could not shake them, I bellowed to be let down.