RJ tried to stand still, but the hard he tried the less success he was having. Perhaps it was the shoes. He had been standing her for what seemed like forever in the towering platform heel boots, with his ankles and knees wrapped with all of the white rope that she could find. His bottom was still smarting from the paddling that had occured earlier, but it was turning into a soft glow, rather than the deep thobbing that has been the case earlier.

After his paddling earlier she had brought him in here still dressed like a slut. The cutoff jeans, panties and hose had all been pulled down to his knees before being stopped by the rope wrapping the lower half of his legs. he felt his huge tits removed when the bra fell away and with the corset gone he could finally breathe again. He still couldn’t see anything or hear very much—the hood, blindfold and earmuffs were still in place. The tall collar kept him looking straight ahead and the bar his wrists were tied to left his hands mostly useless.

RJ felt the grip of a clothespin on his nipple. A kind of soft pain. And then on his other nipple. And then several on his scrotum. And on his arm. His stomach. It seemed like everywhere. Perhaps she had bought more when she had taken him out shopping earlier. Perhaps it has been her plan all along to turn him into a human pin cushion.