It was 4 in the afternoon, and the sun was already close to the horizon. I looked at you. You look so handsome, so manly. I looked at your hands steer...ing the car. Why do I always find you so attractive when you drive a car? You caught me looking at you and gave me a smile. I put my hand on your thigh, and felt your strong muscles. -This is going to be a great weekend, you said. -It already is, I answered. And it was. All the little things made it great. Planning it, arranging a combined. Then he sat on top of my face and choked me on his big cock, he also made me to lick his asshole and i had to do it because i couldnt breath while he was sitting on my face, and the fact he was squeezing my nose made me realize im out of breath. i was thinking but i kinda enjoyed that. he put his cock really deep in my throat as he gasped and i couldnt help but gag cuz i couldnt breath, the tears filled my eyes.. he violently slapped my tits and left them all red. he bited my nipples and played. Today, he would experiment with one of the ideas he had come across. Sitting a few feet from the entrance of his apartment, with their backs pointing towards the door so that they could almost be walked into, were a pair of steep, black, strappy heels. This wasn’t unusual, except for the large, metal buckle that clasped around the ankle and closed around a metal hoop. The metal hoop, Kirstin would discover, would be for the small padlocks he would install once her feet were secured in her new. Again he got up to check on her and urinate, disturbing what sleep she was managing, this time he told her the time, 4.30am it made it worse, her left leg by now cramping, she tried moving, the spasm and again she dozed, her hands began to give the effect of pins and needles, she had slumped to hang on the ropes and they had restricted the blood flow she stood on tip toe and shook her arms to ease the bindings, then her calves ached, she prayed for dawn and the sun that she knew would wake him,.