Once satisfied he'd humiliated me enough in that position, Mr. Hawk unhitched my wrists irons from the chains and reconnected them together behind my ...ack. I wasn't sure at first what his intention was when he released my ankle irons from the chains, but a moment later, he forced my legs to be bent back and shackled my wrist irons to those around my ankles - effectively hogtying me. More photos were taken though thankfully, my pussy and ass were left unmolested.I had hoped the session would end. One side of me fully understood the instructions and agreed realizing that was why the panty hose didn't feel right, the other said, this was going too far and there was no way I was going to do this. The following morning I found myself in a slight daze as I watched myself, first spread the thick shaving cream over my legs, then remove it with smooth long strokes until there was not a single hair left from toe to hip. It was as if I was watching from the balcony, I could see my hands do the. Ich bin so ein verdammter Feigling..- „Dreh dich um oder ich werde es tun!“ Langsam schob Natalie ihren Körper herum bis sie auf dem Bauch lag und die Arme über ihrem Kopf gekreuzt waren. Sie legte den Kopf auf die Seite, schloss die Augen und versuchte jeden Gedanken zu vertreiben. Sie musste irgendwie versuchen an Garnichts zu denken. Gar…nichts…. Nichts…nicht -Bitte, lieber Gott…mach dass es vorbei geht. Bitte, lieber Gott…- Und dann landete eine flache Hand mit einem Knall auf Natalies. When our barge started to settle lower into the water, we were pulled into shallow water so the horses could jump into the sandy bottomed water and we made it to solid ground by the grace of God. The other dozen or so barges continued their movement south and I didn't blame them at all because this area was just swarming with Confederate sympathizers ready to string any Yankee up on the nearest tree if they were able to overwhelm him and disarm him without too much difficulty. It was unlikely.