#eved

For years I have bound my breasts with rope, zipties, electric tape, and created form filled purple mountains. Yet what if something cries to go deeper. Of course we must first get the tits plumped and rounded with the tape, yet what if once they are plump another band steps in?

A silver hose clamp, carefully undone and spikes placed every so spaced, and then re-threaded thirsty to taste. Slipping them to the center filled meat, already purpling from binds, I can feel the teeth begin to scrape the flesh and attempt to feast.

Now to get the camera recording to ensure the Master can salivate its pain. With a trusty flat head screwdriver in my hand I began to slowly tighten. Oh and how the flesh taunts with pain but refuses penetration. 

Oblivious to the cock ripping its hole below, all my eyes desire is to see crimson run free. As one tit is perfectly squeezed and refusing to give I shall begin again on the other. I can feel the soul stir screaming to come forth as this clamp begins to plump and attempt to plunder.

How stubborn the flesh bends to the pressure, with a grin of sadistic sight, the other clamp has finally produced a drop. How excitement can turn a screw deeper and just like that fresh drips come forth. With one bleeding slowly and the other stubbornly trying to hold its form the choice of turns wins and penetrates below. 

I feel the drips on the flesh like mana from heaven, as ecstasy sweeps through like electric currents my eyes close and all there is this moment - this moment where words are meaningless. I begin to rock up and down slowly on the cock within and begin to dance my fingers in the delectable body paint released. 

Dragging my crimson hands over my flesh and squeezing for more, begging and screaming for more I can feel passion moisten the floor below. It feels calming, soothing, entrancing, and wondrous. In this form I find beauty at its deepest. In this form I find freedom - thought unmolested.