I’m twenty-four years old, have a great position at a prestigious university and don’t give a damn about a normal male/female relationship. I don’t want to find a woman who wants children and needs a nice home in the suburbs that impresses her neighbors. I want a woman with a secret dungeon in her cellar who will do things like this to me.
But as time went by my arms and shoulders ached. It wasn’t anything like the time she had me in that strappado position and beat my ass, but it still wasn’t very comfortable.
It didn’t take long before hunger churned in my belly. As reluctant as I was, I lowered my head to eat my breakfast.
“Oh f**k!” I whispered.
With my balls locked to the back of the cage and my wrists locked to the top, I could not reach it. I tried several times, putting more an
