I was impaled, stretched upward by the ass. I could only stand there helpless, and drink water, and piss, and fill the bucket. How long would he leave...me in this state? What difference did it make? There would only be some other fiendish bondage situation to follow, then another, then another…for the rest of my life!Countless days and nights went by. I was no longer aware of time. My only focus was on my bondage which was never-ending. When the piss bucket hanging from my tender balls was full. My hand found it's way to my tingling clit and began stroking it. It didn't take very long to reach an orgasm. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and pointed my toes as my hips released their energy. I peeked back at the window as I was trying to catch my breath. He was still there. I rolled over onto my tummy and my hand found it's way back between my legs. My hips slowly pumped up and down dragging my fingers across my clit. This is my absolute favorite way to masturbate. I closed my eyes and. No. I don’t know… he made me feel so wonderful, so special. When we were together it was just amazing, every single time.. He didn’t say ‘I love you’, but I felt loved. I felt so special when we were together. I’ve never been so close to anyone as him. The way he made me feel was just incredible. It was… magical. Especially after we made love. The tenderness was overwhelming, I cried tears of joy a few times, as did he.”“But…” he prodded. “But, I knew it was never going to be more than just. The next thing you knew you woke up with a splitting headache. The fellow was lying beside you and he wasn't nearly as handsome and charming that you thought he was when you were boozed up. Am I right or am I wrong?" You're pretty much right but I did regret those times. That counts for something, doesn't it?" I suppose so." Besides, if I'm going to have a guy's baby, I want to be married to him or at least have known him for more than five minutes." So you want commitment. Is that it?" That's.