I´m at the dungeon preparing for my next client and I´m planning a fabulous BDSM t*orture for him. I hear a knock at the door and I curse the pathetic loser demanding he get on his knees and crawl in here immediately. Instead one of the mechanics from the auto shop enters. He starts asking question complaining about the noise and screams coming from my dungeon all day. Oh you want to be one of my pigs buddy? It´s going to cost you, but unfortunately you don´t make in a week what I charge for an hour. The bastard grabs me and pushes me up and onto the punishment. What the fuck are you doing mister – you want my six inch stiletto up your ass!! My yanks my arms together behind the post and binds them crushing my elbows together painfully. I order the creep to untie me and I will allow him to watch my session through the glory hole in the bathroom. Instead he ropes up my neck to the post restricting my movement. I kick at him and order him around, but I soon realize I am not in charge. He ties my ankles down to the platform and shoves a dirty rag deeply secuuring it in tightly with wraps of elastic bandage. As if that wasn´t enough, he adds layers of black electrical tape cleave gagging me brutally. I can barely move tied so ridiculously tight on my own punishment devise and I grunt and groan through the gag. He picks up a long piece of chain and wraps it around my waist. I gasp for breath – the neck rope and the gag so brutal that I can barely breathe. The bastard loops the chain through a pulley in the ceiling and cranks up the winch until my back is painfully arched. My pussy is split in two with my full weight and the lips puff out in a camel toe. He gropes my body locating the thick wad of cash I stashed under my dress and leaves me on my tip toes suffering.
