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Cool session with Max, wish fulfillment if you will. And a hearty pack, made yourself.
Waterboarding goes deep into the psyche. And it was still very soft. The helpless position in which you lie under your mask, head down, firmly strapped to the cot and the constant fear of losing control, the thought that it will get worse and worse. You are constantly struggling to control your breathing and swallowing, and then you lose. But the horniness just before the panic comes, indescribable. That of course weakens enormously.
170 on the buttocks, belted for escape protection ... the leather pants only half protect the skin, and then it goes deep. But that's great too, just in the last part when the endorphins come and suppress the pain.
Fidgeting in a straitjacket hogtied for an hour or two was almost a luxury, but only almost.
12 hours of sleep in a soft bed should actually make up for everything. Of course, lie neatly on your back. After all, it's not Max's fault if I can't do it myself. It's good that the cute new straps just happened to be on hand to help me with this. And if you're too horny, you can't sleep properly either, he even thought of that and quickly milked me of this problem.
To complain about such luxury ... that would be very ungrateful.

In truth, it's devilishly exhausting, and no matter how exhausted you are, you don't get much sleep. The reward of the agony ... to see my helpless position and the tight belts in the mirror makes me so horny that it comes to me, just like that, despite my hands strapped off, into the diaper.
With a little liberation, you think: never again. The next day, you wish you were back and more. I'm looking forward to 15 hours fully focused next time.
S.