Violet - Contorted Flower - part 2

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I woke up aching and aching. My entire assets was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had began out as joy actually. My college woman clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my assets and attempting to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, making fun 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 bigger knot, a cord 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 cord taut. Now I had to fight to deal with the stress 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 straps earlier, I was getting indeed tired indeed fast. I attempted to sit back on my soles to ease off my knees, this pose put a slew of of stress on my thighs, and tightened the cord on my neck further,but I restricted on. PD pulled my footwear and socks off and kittled them, smashed them and clipped them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he relieved the cord on my neck, only to bind it to my foot! He pulled me up and I perceived a shitty stress 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. Shortly my despotism deepened, I began to perceive as if the knickers 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 groaned to be let down.