Hanging Around: A Bondage Short
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Hanging Around: A Bondage Short
Brianne stared down at her feet, watching them sway lightly over the floor. If she stretched her toes as far as she could, she just barely reached the ground – not enough to get any kind of traction or leverage, though. Barely enough to take any of the weight off of her shoulders and wrists. Her hair hung in wet strands, clinging to her forehead, dripping in front of her eyes. Beads of sweat rolled down her arms, down her sides and back, down her legs, collecting in a wet spot on the ground underneath.
Breathing deeply, she brought her head back and stared up at her wrists. She had to shake her deep red hair out of her eyes to do so, and when she did, beads of sweat and water scattered. No change around her wrists, either: The leather cuffs keeping her suspended in the air were holding fast.
The bindings around her wrists weren't particularly uncomfortable, especially for the position she found herself in. Here, suspended a few inches off the ground by her wrists alone, she wouldn't have expected she could last as long as she had. If anything was going to give out, it'd be her shoulders – but her gymnastics experience was working hard against letting that happen.
She looked at her breasts, standing upright and pert. Having her hands over her head always did that, and she didn't know the physics behind it but she certainly loved the effect. She knew Bill liked it, too, and that was well worth the suffering in the meantime.
She wasn't expecting to sweat to much when she agreed to be hung up like this, naked, exposed. She would never have figured that staying completely still and not having to carry her own weight at all could be so physically demanding, but the strain on her body had her dripping within a half hour. Bill noticed it when he came in to check on her and had decided to have a little bit more fun with the situation, splashing her with cold water. He didn't tell her it'd be cold, and when he splashed her she shook as if she'd been hit by a train. At first she cursed at him, but then he reminded her that he was the only one who could decide when she was coming down. That shut her up pretty quickly. Since then, whenever he'd come in and splash her with the cold water, she'd take it. She'd tense up and clench her teeth and fire daggers at him with her eyes, but she'd take it.
Despite the cold interference Bill was running with the cold buckets of water, the heat was really starting to get to Brianne. She knew she could still go for a while, but it had been a pretty long time as it was and she didn't want to get to the point where she was risking serious injury. Being hung up and helpless was an amazing feeling – one that had her incredibly wet without even so much as a teasing stroke from Bill's kind hand – but if it was going to mean she was too hurt to please him in other ways once she was let down, she wasn't necessarily on board.