The atmosphere is brittle with the smell of iron, straw and sweat. We are in a line – fronts facing one another’s backs. Our arms are bound in a plethora of ways. My elbows are bent behind my back, and my wrists cruelly tied and strung from another rope which is attached to a lariat around my neck. In this manner, my throat and slender neck bear the burden of the weight of my arms. The others are bound differently. Max has his neck and wrists secured in a wooden stock that parts longitudinally – the kind used for medieval prisoners, with a hole for his neck and two smaller apertures for his hands. Greg’s arms are bound behind him in an intricate rope mesh that involves Japanese shibari patterns. As for Alice, she is forced to balance a clay jug on her head. Her arms are pulled upward and tethered to the jug’s neck so that it is firmly secured to her scalp. But that’s not all. We are all connected to one another in the most creative of ways. There’s a dildo in my vagina. It is slender and held inside by four chains which are locked to my corset – two in front to either side of my decorated pussy, and two at the back, running up my buttocks.
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