BENDING BACKWARDS . . .

 

 

 

I was always told; my ability to bend over backwards to please other people would take me places, both figuratively and literally. Just never expected one of those places to be here . . . with my body covered in skintight black latex, thigh high boots with eight-inch heels, gagged and hooded . . . except for my eyes and nostrils so I don't suffocate.

 

The two guys, who come to tie me up every morning, before putting me on display, commented on how "Bendy" I am and that's why I've been added to the Hotel. Really don't understand what all of this means . . . only know I haven't been able get loose no matter how hard I try . . . yet.

 

A padded bar running sideways across the middle of my back, keeping it close to two feet off the floor. My bent backwards belly facing the ceiling of the room. My knees are on the floor and my ankles and feet are pulled back under the small of my back and held in place with other metal pipes that have been locked into place.

 

The top of my head is pressed down into the floor and my arms are also pulled under the small of my back, between my ankles and held in place with more metal pipes. I'm a Contortionist by Trade, but never hold extreme positions like this for more then a few minutes at a time due to the Pain that slowly grows . . .

 

. . . I've been like this for at least a few hours already and the pain has become unbearable to say the least. If it weren't for the gag, the people coming and going would be hearing much more then just my continuous grunts of Pain!

 

Speaking of the people coming and going, WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THAT?!?!?! I'm obviously in massive Pain, yet no one is doing a Fucking Thing about it! Turning my head and grunting, I keep getting comments like, "Oh my God! That is a real woman!" . . . "I thought she was fake!" . . . "How is she bent like that?" and "That really looks Painful!"

 

That's because it is Painful Bitch! How about you tell the Cops or Someone so they can get me the Fuck out of here? As soon as I get loose, someone's getting their ass kicked and then, if I don't kill them in the process, I'll call the Cops myself.

 

Still trying to remember how I got here? Last I remember was the Private Party Contortionist Gig . . . which turned out being for only two guys in expensive suits . . . very awkward, that was for sure. On those Private Gigs I always avoid Alcohol, that's why I asked for some water . . . should have brought my own.

 

I don't remember much else, but the look on that one guy's face as I grabbed his balls as hard as possible before dropping. That look, I'll remember forever. Still didn't save me from My New Living Hell, but it felt good to have hurt at least one of those fuckers!

 

The line of random odd people have come and gone, just like they had the first two days I was "On Display", as Fuck Face One and Fuck Face Two described it . . . I Hate those two and their whole Fuck Face Lineage! If I got the chance and if I could actually stand in these eight-inch heels, I'd punt their balls inside out!