The another day, another bit of emotion

She woke with her hair brushing the floor, head woozey, hands behind the back, somewhere up beyond her breasts, which she had never experienced dangling upside down, before. Legs were tied wide, not too uncomfortably strapped into leather. She seemed to have a moment, so she quickly ran her feelings over her current situation; Totally at ease, finally found another human being who was able to recognize a real life wish from a run-o-the-mill fantasy. She shook herself, unwilling to give in to the threatening orgasm. Not yet.


"Good morning, did you sleep well?" her captor asked.


"Yes, Sir, I did indeed. The mummy bag really locks out the world, so a girl can ignore it. Thank you, Sir. I adore you.


The hoist takes her legs and body higher, so he is eye-level. "HeHeHe, I do so enjoy hearing you say that, my dear. Now, we have work to do. Open wide." In goes the grapefruit sized gag packed in unmercifully, taped in even tighter, then the eyes get cotton squares, white athletes tape, tight, so no light gets in at all. Her ears get hot waxed closed, filled. She is well insulated from the world around her, once the padded hood goes on over all this. Nostrils are plugged with tubing so he can meter her air.


Thirty minutes of tickling and he gives her a whiff of the air she is heaving to get. Her breasts now attract his attention, being upside down, that normally unseen portion tempting him badly. He give in, bites the closest one, taking his time to get a good mouthful, nothing to obstruct the teeth, then slowly getting deeper and deeper into the flesh, loving her squirming and the tiny little sounds she would love to scream.

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