Chapter Four
The ropes were tight, constraining as I suppose they should be, but oddly comfortable at the same time. Two of Roelf’s students placed me, naked and shivering, in the center of the dais and worked around me, carefully binding my breasts. They circled my torso several times with the thick hemp, then circled my chest above the weighty flesh, with the effect of flattening my breasts together in a manner that was both absurd and wonderful. It was already difficult to breathe. They followed this bondage with more rope that tied the constraints together and even more that wound around the breasts themselves. I shuddered seeing how they stuck out so absurdly, how the soft pink color of my n*****s and aureoles brightened to a flaming scarlet.
I was then ordered to sit on a small st
