Crooked Flower part 2

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I woke up sore and aching. My entire body was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had embarked out as joy actually. My college woman clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and attempting to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, chortling at my foolhardy tries and I grew ever more decided to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a larger knot, a cable around my neck pulled continually higher. Still I kept attempting at the ropes, thrusting and working at the knots, sniggering all the way. PD finally made me sit on my knees and pulled the cable taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the tension on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much strength I had expended in attempting to get out of PD's straps earlier, I was getting indeed fatigued indeed fast. I attempted to sit back on my soles to relax my knees, this posture put a slew of of strain on my thighs, and tightened the cable on my neck further,but I restrained on. PD pulled my shoes and socks off and kittled them, pummeled them and clamped them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he loosened the cable on my neck, only to truss it to my foot! He pulled me up and I sensed a awful strain on my ankle, the tension was unbearable. I had seen him do this slew of times, and had never experienced it myself. I was terrified. Briefly my oppressive domination deepened, I embarked to sense as if the knickers of leather packaged around my foot were slipping, and imagined myself plummeting to the ground head first. These were irrational fears, but I could not wiggle them, I screamed to be let down.