She tightened the noose without replying, and I could feel my balls squeezed tight against the bottom of my scrotum.She tightened the noose without replying, and I could feel my balls squeezed tight against the bottom of my scrotum. I tried frantically to rock forward and backward, to loosen or break at least one of the cords that held me, until Cheryl yanked downward sharply on the leather thong. I screamed in pain, and Cheryl said calmly "Hold still, or you're going to hurt yourself." "You're the one who's hurting me, you fucking bitch," I yelled at her. "And why? You've already got my legs tied up." "I'm going to take the cords off your ankles," she answered, "but I don't want you going anyplace." She tugged hard at the thong again as she tied the lower end tightly to the frame of the bed. I groaned and tried to push myself backward to ease the pressure on my balls, but the cord holding my wrists had already been stretched to its limit. Then I felt first one ankle and then the other come free as Cheryl unhooked the cords and unwrapped them. I gave a small sigh of relief as I pulled my legs closer together and took some of the strain off my knees and hip joints. |