1. New Life


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    suddenly brought back to reality by the lacing bar being hoisted toward the ceiling again. As my eyes us snapped open I saw Mistress standing right in front of me. There was no way she could have known what I was thinking but I could feel myself blushing under the leather of the helmet and her smile told me that she knew exactly what I had been thinking. I was struggling to get my hands back around the bar and take the load of my wrists as the bar lifted my feet from the ground again. I finally got my fingers around the bar and slowly inched my hands around it and held tight. Rhonda must have been right because my corset didn't feel as tight as it had before but she was standing behind me and untied my back laces and quickly corrected that situation. It seemed only seconds before the corset was again gripping me even tighter than it had when they had first tightened all my laces. It felt as if I was being cut in half at the waist and I was again struggling for every breath. I felt light headed and was afraid I would faint any second. I heard Rhonda saying, &#034We'll give her a few more minutes and then finish lacing her down to where she really should be.&#034 How could they possibly laced me any tighter than I already was? As I hung there struggling to breathe they left the room and returned a few minutes later with coffee. It struck me so strange that such immense changes were occurring for me and I struggling to even get enough air to survive and they were calmly having a ...
    cup of coffee. By the time they had finished their coffee my discomfort (such an understatement) had decreased a little. I was able to get a little more air into my lungs and the tightness of my corset didn't seem to be entirely unbearable anymore. Rhonda reached over to the switch on the wall that controlled the hoist and any hopes I had of relief were dashed when her finger pressed the top or up button. The lacing bar lifted me even higher and when the chains connecting my ankles to the floor became taut it began stretching me even more. I thought my arms were going to be ripped from my shoulders before she finally released the button. Now I knew what a medieval torture rack felt like. I could see the reason for the stretching though. My corset did not feel as tight as it had just seconds ago. She and Mistress went to the sides of me and untied my side laces and began working on them. They worked swiftly and the crushing tightness I had known minutes before returned and was surpassed. This was truly unbearable and they were still tightening the laces. I felt as if my ribs would be crushed and it was truly cutting me in half. Breathing was out of the question and I was screaming for Mistress to release me. Of course with the gag in my mouth and very little air entering or leaving my lungs all that could be heard were some very soft mumbles from within my leather helmet. A veil of darkness floated down over me as I lost consciousness. My earlier question about smelling salts ...
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