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| BooteDom |
on Sun 6 Sep 09, 8:37 PM to BooteDom's blog.
This is "b"'s take on today.
Buckling your own restraints on is the first humiliation.On my knees I am level with the cage and have to crawl into it.I am ordered to put one arm behind me Sir pulls it up higher than I can manage myself,which immediately puts strain on my shoulder,he clips it to the top of the cage,then repeats it with the other.I keep my knees together as I feel my thighs taking the weight off my arms.Sir then pulls my ankles,one at a time to the side of the cage and ties them tightly.My knees are now spread,my feet pushed against the side of the cage,unable to move.I can just touch the base of the cage with my forehead,which helps slightly.Sir opens the side door of the cage and stuffs his prepared briefs into my mouth,then seals me inside the tightly laced leather hood.I can just see,but breathing is not easy.
I already have my arse plugged with an E -stim torpedo, something I shall soon regret.Sir walks round the cage and tells me what he thinks of my squirming to try to get some comfort,then he leaves.I can just move my knees but the base of the cage is hard and soon hurts.If I pull my back up to the roof of the cage it gives my back some relief but my shoulders burn,my thighs begin to shake after only ten minutes or so.The position I am in leaves them at about forty five degrees and they burn and start to cramp. The cage means no position is comfortable as any one of them means somewhere else aches.As the minutes crawl by my back,thighs,arms and shoulders all burn
