.. A text message. Who could that be at 3am? 'Not long till I'm home baby. I cannot wait to be inside you xxx'It was my boyfriend. He had only been go...e 3 days but it felt like a life time without any cock. I read the text message again. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.Knock knock on my bedroom door. It must be Rachel. She was staying with me for the weekend. She had been my best friend for years.“Come in” I shouted. She popped her head round the door. “Sorry, I can’t sleep. I heard. This left only the State Representative, and I transferred the two of us to the next street light.“You can’t hang me,” she told me in a very positive voice. “I’m a woman, and you can’t do that.” She really sounded like she believed her own words, but I just grinned.“That shows just how out of touch with reality you and those like you really are. I not only can, but I am going to hang you. People like you think the world will be just fine if all of the guns are removed and everyone behaves. I was given thirty lashes of the whip.Then I felt a pulling on my new nipple rings. Pain as they were stretched downwards by weights. Then the tinkling of bells each time I moved as the whipping continued. I also heard laughter. My blindfold was suddenly removed. I could see myself in the wall mirror. Heavy brass cowbells had been attached to my new nipple rings. I heard further laughter and saw that I was being stared at by several mask figures."You going to call her Tinkerbell now?" some one. It seemed so cruel, until I realised she was gather slack to be able to slide the hook down out of my ass.She drew it out and removed it from the rope, and finally I was able to lower my arms. It was awkward, with them cuffed together, as they tended to naturally land over my cock; any contact only made the pain more acute. Having to open my arms to fit over the fake breasts helped, but having my arms squeeze them together was obscenely embarrassing. I looked down, over my body and predicament..