Driven into delirium by suffering and sleep deprivation, only the constant shocks that keep me awake prevent me from also slipping into insensibility. The small sips of air that whistle past the c**k choking me scour my dry throat like sandpaper. Yet at least I’ve finally stopped retching. My endless extremity has been good for me in that respect at least. My system has finally trained itself not to try to reject a p***s that enters my esophagus. If Mistress ever returns to me I’ll finally be able to suck her c**k properly. Meanwhile my body is still wracked with the worst agony imaginable, from the tiptoes that support me to the roots of the hair holding my head yanked implacably back.
Only my hands are utterly numb, their shackling and elevation rendering them insensate. The gouging pul
