Then, finally, finally, he picks me up a little and releases the hook that I’ve been hanging from all this time. The pain in my shoulders gets even worse as I move my arms freely for the first time, but I don’t care. I collapse into Robert’s arms, and I let him carry me naked out of the garage into the warm house. My body is burning, but my soul is deeply satisfied. He unbuckles the gag, and I begin to weep. He murmurs soft comforting words to me as I cry, spreads soothing lotion on to my ass, massages my deep hurts away.
It’s not over, though. Oh no. Robert still has needs, and so do I. There will be more bondage, maybe more whipping, definitely more fucking before we sleep.
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