There’s a yank on the leash and I’m pulled to my knees. They both laugh and keep hitting me. xxx You better try harder before you pass out.” I’m struggling more now and I sense that my struggles just turn her on. Tears fall freely down my face. I swear I can feel the welts and bruises forming. “Are you having a good time?” he asks. She puts the blindfold back on me. She laughs again and I hear her say “Yes, do that”. More than he will ever need me. “It’s going to get worse.” He adjusts my legs again, this time attaching the straps to the posts spreading my legs, but still over my head.
