Contorted Flower

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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 began out as joy actually. My college nymph clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my bod and attempting to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, chortling 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 fatter knot, a cord around my neck pulled relentlessly higher. Still I kept attempting at the ropes, shoving and working at the knots, sniggering all the way. PD finally made me sit on my knees and pulled the cord taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the pressure on my knees, which were promptly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in attempting to get out of PD's cords earlier, I was getting really exhausted really fast. I tried to sit back on my soles to relax my knees, this pose put a slew of of tension on my thighs, and tightened the cord on my neck further,but I restrained on. PD pulled my boots and socks off and tickled them, drilled them and clamped them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he relaxed the cord on my neck, only to truss it to my foot! He pulled me up and I perceived a horrific tension on my ankle, the pressure was unbearable. I had seen him do this slew of times, and had never expert it myself. I was terrified. Briefly my terror deepened, I began to perceive 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 jiggle them, I moaned to be let down.