Mystic molly part 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 began out as joy actually. My college damsel 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, 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 larger knot, a cable around my neck pulled continually 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 cable taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the stress on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in trying to get out of PD's straps earlier, I was getting truly exhausted truly fast. I attempted to sit back on my soles to relieve my knees, this posture put a bunch of stress on my thighs, and tightened the cable on my neck further,but I limited on. PD pulled my footwear and socks off and kittled them, poked them and pinched them, laughter turned to screams. Soon,he eased the cable on my neck, only to bind it to my foot! He pulled me up and I sensed a horrific stress on my ankle, the stress was unbearable. I had seen him do this slew of times, and had never expert it myself. I was terrified. Briefly my despotism deepened, I began to sense as if the g-strings 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 bellowed to be let down.