GAME OVER . . .
Lying, exhausted
on my side . . . the stings of the riding crop hitting my ass still burning and
very fresh in my mind . . . my arms helplessly laced and buckled into the
single leather sleeve held in place by the straps crisscrossing above my tender
breasts. Laced so tightly my elbows are touching inside its embrace. Of course
she used one of those fancier single leather sleeves with the strap that goes
around your already helpless arms and waist. Once pulled tight, my forearms,
wrists and hands are not only forced together, but also tightly up against the
small of my back and the start of my ass. I roll around trying to get more
comfortable on the hardwood floor . . . it's not going to be happening for some
time . . . comfort wasn't an option.
Again, I try to
move my legs but can only swing my ankles and calves a little . . . from just
below my knees to above my waist, I'm bound tightly within an extra heavy
leather hobble skirt . . . the perfectly form fitting skirt was already tight
as hell when it first went on . . . but the Dominatrix took extra time and
effort to lace it as tight as possible in addition to pulling every strap extra
tight . . . my knees and thighs were locked together helplessly. Between my
leather thong, all of my struggles and now this hobble skirt, my pussy, ass and
thighs were soaking wet from sweat and my own juices.
Since the
leather hood had been added to my predicament . . . again, as all good
Dominatrix's do, laced and strapped extra tight . . . I've lost all track of
time in addition to where in the room I am. Not sure how far I've even been
able to move, still feeling the burning in my chest from rubbing my breasts
against the floor as I struggled to make more progress.
The pains and
pleasures of this Game have fully taken over my helplessly bound body as I
continue to try my hardest . . . no way to know if I'm Winning or Losing . . .