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| I cried quietly into my gag when he left me, my face against the tree. Every part of me was sore. My shoulders burned and my calves ached from the strain of my position. My nipples hurt when my weight pressed the clamps against the rough bark of the tree, and they hurt when I pulled away. There was no comfortable position, no way for me to relieve the growing pain. The mosquitoes were buzzing and biting, and every time I moved to avoid them it caused pain somewhere else. Dusk would be falling soon, and I could smell the fire behind me. I wanted to be hugging him, not the tree. I could feel him watching me and I ached for his touch. It felt like forever before he returned to me. More swats with the damned switch, only this time I was tethered by my nipples to the tree and couldn’t squirm away. I cried out as he removed the clamps and the life rushed back into my crushed nipples. He gently removed my gag and turned me around and pressed his body against mine, stifling my cries w...
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| Roughing It - Part 1 | 2006-05-14 | 7.383 | ||||