Chapter Seventeen
Beaten By Belinda, Again
I really love being hog-tied – at least for the first hour or so. Then for the next eight or ten, or even twenty-four, I wonder what the f**k I was thinking.
It’s the best kind of bondage there is.
With all four limbs tied together behind you, you’re as absolutely helpless as you can get. Yet there’s still great latitude for struggle, and struggling is the best part. Desperately writhing around, futilely fighting your implacable bonds generates incredible erotic energy. And when you’ve been in a c**k cage for four years, when the only s*x you ever get is being brutally buggered up the butt by your big, demanding, domineering wife, any erotic experience is inexpressibly precious. And yet big Belinda ties me up so tightly, with my back bowed so
