Necomimi headset is added to Tigerr’s head to read her brainwaves. Of course there is little to read. It’s like a ‘s book!
In a secluded aged samurai dwelling-place, pig slave Tigerr is bondaged, gagged and piggified. Her massive udders are bound tight..
With my flesh pulled into an arch by my ankles and wrists, I can’t do much but sway side to side as I begin to tire out. Several minutes pass by and I continue to rock… another several minutes go by and Martin comes in to give me some attention, and then I’m alone once more. Swaying side to side to get me through to the end.
Any time I wear my 6″ sandals, I already know my feet will be in trouble… on top of whatever Martin has in store for me but that was the risk I was willing to accept with these heels. I thought they were very suiting for my topless and jean short cut-off look! Martin seemed to like it too, which is why he restrained me in a standing position. My elbows were tied and secured to the ceiling, keeping me on my toes while my neck is roped to my knees, keeping them in a slightly bent position. Then, Martin ropes my knees together and adds the clover clamps to the mix. All while I am gagged and struggling to stand without tiring myself out.
Tonight, I wanted to be naked and hooded and I wanted to gag and hood myself. So we started off with me, denuded in heels. Then, I gagged myself with my favorite sized ball and slipped the hood over my face. The kind that only had a small opening for the mouth. Martin did the rest… cinching my elbows, wrists, waist, ankles, legs and thighs with thick leather belts and straps. After strapping me up, down and all around, Martin wedges the Hitachi between my legs, barely touching my clit, vibrating at an excruciatingly low speed. Something that he knew, would accept a while to make me cum but that was part of the plan – so that I’d have to suffer before obtaining my reward.
Tonight was a walk in the park… Not! But Martin did kind of take it easy on me by simply tying me up and just watching me. He roped my elbows and wrists, put a crotch rope on, gagged my mouth with the perfect sized ball gag, restrained a ponytail and attached that to my elbows. I could do whatever I wanted but there wasn’t much for me to do but stand there and take it. Free to stand, bend my knees, walk around, squat, pick my legs up, bend forward and move around but none of that was doing anything to relieve the discomfort or making me feel any better. I better not keep still for too long or Martin just might add something more to my discomfort!