Neophutos part 2

Apr 212024

The journey is beginning. I’m told to sit down on the floor as Master starts attaching me to a big, harsh steel triangle. My ankles are squeezed painfully into the metal cuffs. I guess people without a doubt can be big-boned, because my feet are going numb by the time he’s secured the metal collar around my neck and the cuffs on my wrists. Buddy asks me to pull my legs out in front of me as far as I can. The pressure on my ankles causes me to wince, and I try to adjust my neck inside the collar — it is so constricting.
After an hour of that torture, I am released only long enough to have him pull my legs into a stern yoga position so lad can tie my breasts to my ankles. I’m going from one grueling position to 1 greater amount, and I languish in my own helpless misery for a while. I am again untied, that time so I can stand, so that Master can handcuff my wrists behind my back, also as put a leather strap attached to a rope on a pulley around my neck. I find it is harsh to breathe, and even more difficult to swallow. I stand on my toes to attempt and relieve some of the pressure, but presently I am asked to spread my legs.
Obediently, I do so instantly, only to find this lowers me and makes getting air that much more difficult. Stubborn, I resolve to stay with my legs widen for the entire two hours, merely moving to turn around and show people my youthful flesh. I hear Master commanding me to bounce up and down to make my tits shake. As I’m doing that I’m told to repeat, "I’m a bondage titty prostitute." With a red face I do so, still bouncing, till Master has finally finished chuckling at me. I am abused. 2 hours have passed, and immediately I’m told the real delight is about to start.
My neck is released from the strap and the handcuffs are removed. Soon, Master is tying my wrists and arms tightly behind my back with a rough string. Completing this task, lad tells me to squat down and take off my sneakers and socks. With my arms virtually useless, this is frustratingly difficult, but I finally persevere. I look up at Master to watch if Chap is pleased, but have no time, as I’m standing up and having my own slutty socks stuffed in from one side of the kisser to the another. Clear plastic tape is wound around my head to secure the sock gag. Looking devious, Master says this I’ll be receiving a caning. Cringing, I endeavour to prepare myself for what is to come, but soon tears are running down my soft cheeks and landing on my supple breasts. I cry out into the gag as guy strikes me repeatedly on my ass, thighs, and on my tits. I’ve merely had two other canings before, so they are still overwhelming. In spite of this, I find myself strangely aroused by the end of the thrashing.

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Duration: 26:57
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