Chapter Ten
At last I was released from bondage, though my wrists and ankles and neck remained adorned with my functional new jewelry. The spreader bar was untelescoped and added to the pile of goodies that had been tried out on me, and I was allowed at last to visit the bathroom and relieve my bladder without having that private function put on humiliating display a second time. My ass was quite tender as I sat on the commode, my body throbbing in pain and inflammation with every heartbeat in every erogenous zone. Worst of all, my traitorous p***y was happily engorged with blood and slick with its signal that it was ready to be f****d. This state was either regardless or because of how appalled my mind was at how thoroughly I had just been introduced to the depths of my vulnerability and
