I’m alone so long I worry. Time ticks by but I have no recollection of it passing. Perhaps it’s only minutes, or perhaps I’m suspended like this for an hour. I wait so long, I go inside myself and hide. Though I’m stretched to the four ends of my endurance, I feel infinitely small. All the while I endure, I’m aware how my arousal builds, how I move on the fence and feel the heaviness of the weights, how they clatter at the metal before me as I try to ease this awkwardness. Since I can move my crotch only in small increments there’s little reason to expect much stimulation and yet it comes. The tiniest of actions stirs another deep pulse. My crotch becomes acutely sensitive, aware of every flutter of air disturbing the enveloping calm. My labia feels increasing pain, but the ache beco
