This stretched the rope out taut as a banjo string, creating a constant, agonizing upward pull on my captive s*x organs that raised my ass even higher off the bed. Then Goddess produced two more cords, these ones thinner and equipped with the dreaded alligator clips on one end. Two more, smaller weights were tied to the other ends, and surely you can imagine what happened next. The clips bit into my n*****s, the weights and ropes followed the other one over and behind the headboard, and soon it was my tender n*****s that felt as though they were being slowly torn from my body.
Goddess giggled gleefully at my pitiful whimpering, and then moved once again toward the first of her thirteen brimming candles.
“I’m going to do you missionary-style for a while. As much as I like getting so deep
