Chapter Seven
There were three attachment rings on the gambrel. She slackened the cable to lower it before she shackled my wrists to the far ends, then raised it again until my arms were straight above me. She spread my ankles wide apart and secured them to the shackles bolted to the floor. I could stand on tiptoe or hang by my wrists. The shackles were padded, so either option was bearable for a short time, though immediately uncomfortable.
My poor anus was still quite sore from the monstrous shaft that it had harbored throughout my long morning wait, but she still decided that it should be impaled while she whipped me. The metal hook that she inserted into my anus was capped with a large ball on the business end. The other end was tied to the center ring of the gambrel and drawn tight
