Giving me no chance to properly process or protest all these staggering horrors, Mistress Lea cranked my arms even further up and back, until at last my elbows actually met behind my back. My legs were then cranked even further apart, until they were opened in a veritable acrobats’ split. More weights were added to my balls and t**s, doubling the drag on them. Then a small shelf was positioned just below my face, with a bowl of water and one containing small cubes of cheap, cut-up white bread placed within reach of my mouth. Mistress Lea patted my head then, and bid me goodnight.
“Try to get some rest, Slut-boy. I’ll see you at nine a.m. for your next session.” And with that she lowered the lights, left the room, and locked the door behind her. Left alone in the dimness, wracked by agony
