Of course my arms were secured next: belted tightly together behind me at the wrists and elbows, a dismally familiar configuration from my nightly hogtying. Only this time my ankles weren’t available to further secure them. No matter: a simple snap locked the belt about my wrists to the one securing me to the cylinder. Finally all that needed to be restrained for the day’s festivities was my head.
Rather than the usual rubber hood I was restrained with the same ring-gag harness I first awoke with. Of course this was quickly used to stretch and hold my head as far back, and my mouth as wide open as possible. Then before I could even more than begin to fruitlessly test my muscles against my bonds I heard the boot-heel clicks and amused titter of my most desperately beloved Goddess approachi
