I was tied in a "simple" standing position. I was not arched backward or spread, I wasn't semi-suspended or stretched to capacity... my arms weren't hiked to the ceiling and I wasn't in a back-breaking position or put in some gruesome situation. And get this... I wasn't even gagged!!! It was one of those pleasantly rare moments where my mouth wasn't packed with a large gag and I had the luxury of using my voice - something I personally love just as much as being gagged.

What made this position was everything else that comes with the bondage being strict. It wasn't something that pu...

I was tied in a "simple" standing position. I was not arched backward or spread, I wasn't semi-suspended or stretched to capacity... my arms weren't hiked to the ceiling and I wasn't in a back-breaking position or put in some gruesome situation. And get this... I wasn't even gagged!!! It was one of those pleasantly rare moments where my mouth wasn't packed with a large gag and I had the luxury of using my voice - something I personally love just as much as being gagged.

What made this position was everything else that comes with the bondage being strict. It wasn't something that pushed me beyond my limits, rather it broke me down very slowly. It was the heels on my feet and how they hurt just wearing them, nevermind having to stand in them for a long period of time. It was the rope that was around my thighs SO DAMN TIGHT that any bit of movement or bend at the leg hurt. It was the loads of rope around my throat that was so snug that my face turned blue. The elbows were the only thing missing so he comes in to fix that but when he does, unfortunately for me, I already had the clovers on so when my arms were squeezed together, I just about from the pain lol. From here on out, it was all about enduring all of that - in a "simple" standing bondage position.