Ich kannte diese Art von Fesselung. Sie hieß Strappado. Sie zog das Seilende runter damit meine Arme nach oben gezogen wurden und ich mich wider will...n beugte. Es schmerzte sehr. Zuletzt nahm sie mir die Klammern ab. Allerdings nicht einfach so. Sie riss sie runter, was so höllisch schmerzte, das ich zu weinen begann. Ich weinte aber auch damit sie sehen konnte, dass ich aufgegeben hatte und zu gehorchen bereit war. Dann ging sie zu einer Kiste im hinteren Teil des Raumes. Ich konnte sie sehen,. And I wanted her too badly to stop now.I stared at her for a second and went back in to kiss her. “Wait, they’ll be expecting us upstairs. We have to make an excuse,” she said.She called her husband and told him that the maid had undercooked the chicken and that she had to fry it again. She also told them we were short on chasers and that she sent me to the store to buy some. He bought it.“Let’s move inside,” she said. She went in, and I followed. We made it to the living room, and she lay down. I had one option left for me. I would attack."Why is everyone in this town afraid?" Eh?" I caught him off guard, and it was apparent that he was not all that bright.I stepped into his personal space and steeled my voice. I wanted him to be afraid. He wanted to catch me off guard and I was going to turn the tables on him."I said: why is everyone in this blasted town afraid? The women are hiding and the men travel in groups. You are responsible for the safety of the people here and you are. I always assumed that that was as far as it would go since I was too timid to try to act out my fantasies, but as luck would have it, one day everything changed.I was shooting baskets one day in the summer in the local gym, deserted I guess because it was so nice outside, but for one other guy shooting baskets named John; we started talking and took turns at the basket. Chuck, the guy that ran the gym and who was kind of a friend, came up to tell me he was cutting out early and locking up.