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I woke up sore and aching. My whole bod was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had embarked out as joy actually. My college lady 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, mocking 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 fatter knot, a cord around my neck pulled continually higher. Still I kept attempting at the ropes, shoveling 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 rapidly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much power I had expended in attempting to get out of PD's cords earlier, I was getting indeed weary indeed fast. I attempted to sit back on my feet to relax my knees, this position put a slew of of pressure on my thighs, and tightened the cord on my neck further,but I restrained on. PD pulled my boots and socks off and kittled them, fucked them and clamped them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he eased the cord on my neck, only to tie it to my foot! He pulled me up and I perceived a gruesome pressure 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. Shortly my tyranny deepened, I embarked to feel 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 wiggle them, I screamed to be let down.