Your body is sore and your hands feel like there's no blood in them. The ropes tied around them are tight. Your shoulders are hurting you from your arms being above your head for so long and your legs are weak from not being able to move them. The spacer bar that is keeping them apart is rubbing your ankles and making them hurt. You can feel your juices running down your legs. You feel the air chill it as it runs down your inner thighs. It makes your nipples scream. You need to touch them, to work them, to feel pleasure from it. But there is no way to touch them or to rub them on anything as you're tied. They are dying to be felt and played with. The hunger grows and grows. You start to jerk and your breathing is getting faster. You know it's going to happen again. You've lost count of how many you've had because as soon as one is over you start to feel the tickle of the next one start to build.
You start remembering back to an hour and a half ago when I was tying you up. I put your hands in the cuffs as I'm kissing you. You remember spreading your legs apart as I placed the spacer bar on your last ankle. You remember how wet you were as my hand touched your body. You remember the tingle as my hands ran down your leg to tie your ankle. And you hungered for the thrill as my hands started to slowly come up your leg. Remembering how you took in a breath as my hand moved up to your inner thigh and the heat of my hand. How having my hand that close to your pussy made her wet. Then you could feel the juices as the cool air hit her lips. You could follow its movement by the wet and cold feeling that the juice was leaving as it trickled down your thigh towards the ground.
Another wave hits your body again. Your ankles hurt from being tightened. You want to raise them or bend your legs, but if you do you know the rest of your body will scream from the weight of the spacer bar. Then your legs will start to hurt all over again. You start to remember when I quickly hooked your cuffs to the rope and pulled them high. That's when the fear had set in; the fear of realizing that you're not in control. Now all you can do is wait for me to let you down. You start to ask me to let you go. Then you see the look in my eye and know that it's not a question you should ask. You already know what the answer will be.