Careful not to smear my lipstick and other make-up, Goddess ball-gagged me once again. Then she positioned me standing behind the chair, and bound my ankles to the two rear legs of it. She tied one end of a long rope about the head of my p***s, and pulled it down between my legs until I was painfully back-bent. Then she pressed my c**k and waist against the chair’s backrest; wound the rope tightly around and around both the chair and me, binding me firmly to the former. She finished up by tying the other end of the rope around my balls, fiendishly securing me beyond any hope of escape.
Next Goddess produced a set of shiny steel handcuffs. She’d been doing some shopping indeed, as I was about to really find out. She snapped one manacle about my right wrist, and then bent me over the chair,
