Forty Nine
As always, I am well secured for the night. Lying prostrate, the iron turning pole remains attached to my buttock and testicle rings. But to ensure my further ‘comfort’, since a beast of my ilk prefers strict bondage, Miss Lucinda takes the time at the end of each day to add to my restraints.
Chains attached to stakes, well hammered into the crusty soil, are hooked to my ankle rings and tightened to make the slightest motion of legs and feet impossible. Likewise another pair of equally tight chains are hooked to my pectoral spikes. And of course my nose is leashed and attached to a fifth less imposing stake. The result is complete immobility while I rest. Miss Lucinda graciously covers me with a blanket and that is how I spend the night; the hours of grueling physical duress c
