Today was a work day and I was tasked with tidying the tools in His workshop. The orderliness of such a task excites me, and even more so the view of Him working on devious devices for delivering bondage to suit my masochistic desires! Once I’d dutifully completed my task I sneaked over to His workbench to see the progress, and ask many questions in my eagerness to know all about what may await me next time He ties me up. Well, I got rather wanty with watching this work going on, and had to get myself into a predicament while I waited. I asked for some rough handling and rope, “make it hurt” I pleaded with shiny four sides white eyes… He was pleased with my help today and I could tell, the chair tie I received was effective in immobilizing me on the most uncomfortable of seats (He has placed metal studs within the cushion that I sit on, for added painful pressure on my pert posterior!) As my ass in denim shorts began to ache, my stomach began to shake, as I could not quite lean backwards, nor forwards, to relieve my stretched out abdominal muscles. My pantyhosed bare feet were in a predicament all of their own, as my legs were strung up off the floor, and unable to fully rest on the chair support without bending my feet back in a high arch, or pulling my already wrenched arms further tighter in their elbows-together cinching behind my back. A pair of industrial clamps were added to each of my nipples – to many squeals – as my sock gagged and blindfolded sensory deprivation meant I never knew what was coming… Left to endure, my body shaking, in His brutal bondage.