Gratefully, I straightened out.Gratefully, I straightened out. He only let me have a moment's respite, though, before he at- tached the straps to the ankle cuffs, and took up the slack. Then, and only then, did he release the chain, and pulled the two straps taut together. Another fantasy of his -- simulating motor-powered bondage. He stopped for an instant while he grabbed my legs and pulled my whole body down, to keep the head chain tight, and then finished spreading my legs. He concluded by taking a gag from his toybox, shoving it into my mouth, and tying it there. "Don't worry; no whips today," he said as he staggered back to his chair. "Unless you brought some?", he asked hopefully, glancing at my bags. I shook my head; he looked in the bag, and scowled at me. I wasn't reassured by the absence of whips. |