Violet - Crooked Flower 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 embarked out as joy actually. My college gal 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, making fun 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 thicker knot, a strap around my neck pulled relentlessly higher. Still I kept attempting at the ropes, shoving and working at the knots, sniggering all the way. PD ultimately made me sit on my knees and pulled the strap 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 force I had expended in attempting to get out of PD's straps earlier, I was getting truly exhausted truly fast. I tried to sit back on my soles to relax my knees, this stance put a slew of of pressure on my thighs, and tightened the strap on my neck further,but I restricted on. PD pulled my shoes and socks off and tickled them, poked them and pinched them, laughter revved to screams. Soon,he relieved the strap on my neck, only to bind it to my foot! He pulled me up and I felt a crappy 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. Soon my tyranny deepened, I embarked to feel as if the g-strings 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 yelled to be let down.