Sixteen
Has it been a month?
I stand in forced silence between the posts of our hovel. My right leg is folded at the knee and tethered with a strap encircling the thigh and calve. Ropes connect my neck collar high to my right and left. I am blindfolded. More and more, Lunda and Bai engage in lustful undertakings which I am not to observe. As always my wrist bands are locked to my waist belt. I struggle with my entire weight born by my left leg. The p***s gag remains. To the oral penetration has been added a new device. With the last cleansing, after Bai caned me to flaccidity, Pattie attached a different crotch piece. This one has no hole to allow for the evacuation of my bowels. Instead a prominent dildo protrudes and with the abundant coconut oil, there was little problem in stuffing i
