Watch in helpless fascination as I, MarleneBound, am pushed to my absolute limits in one of the most cruel and unforgiving predicaments I have ever endured.

It starts with me already trapped in a brutally tight rope armbinder my wrists, forearms, and shoulders wrenched back so harshly that my elbows crush together and my chest is pushed out vulnerably. A tight black mask covers my face as I stand at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed and tightly roped. I shift and squirm desperately, trying to find even the slightest comfort while my fingers slowly go numb from the strict, circulation-restricting ropes. You can feel my growing panic as my bound arms throb and my hands become completely useless behind me.

Then He turns up the intensity.

I am yanked down onto the bed and folded into an excruciatingly tight hogtie. The ropes are absolutely unforgiving my already crushed arms are yanked even harder against my back, my ankles dragged up and lashed brutally to my wrists. I can barely move a muscle. You will see me strain frantically, reaching with my numb, tingling fingers in a pathetic attempt to grab my own feet and steal even a tiny bit of relief from the crushing pressure on my spine. Every tiny shift sends fresh agony through my body. There is no escape this is pure, total immobilization and spine-bending torment.

Just when I think I might adjust to the brutal position, He starts tickling me.

And He shows zero mercy.

The tickling is savage and relentless. My body convulses in the only ways the brutal ropes allow frantic, helpless spasms that make the hogtie bite even deeper. I moan, I scream, I beg pathetically through the mask as my voice cracks and breaks. I plead again and again for Him to stop but my desperate cries only make the tickling more intense and cruel. It feels like an eternity of nonstop tickling while I am trapped in unbreakable rope.

Finally, because my screams are too loud and frantic, He switches to sharp, stinging ass slaps that crack loudly through the room. Each hard smack lands while I am still twitching and gasping from the tickling, turning my broken, hysterical cries into something even more pathetic and helpless.

Marlene Bound