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 . . .