I never heard her shower or leave. All that mattered was the fiendish position that I had created, the evil weight that hung from my nuts and the terrible clamps on my nubs.
It was dark in my little cell and totally absent of sound. There was just me, hanging from the ceiling and no way to ease my pain. For most of my life, I’ve craved this type of treatment, and now that I’ve got it, I’m not sure it’s what I want. My arms ached from supporting my weight. My toes cramped from trying to ease the strain on my arms, and my balls were stretched far beyond any reasonable comfort level. And she was off drinking with friends. Instantly my mind went wild. A couple of drinks could end up being three or four. Ten o’clock could last until midnight, and I’d still be here with no possible way of easin
