Marlene Bound, Choked while Hogcuffed and Struggling to Nap

In my life of permanent bondage, even the simple privilege of a nap has to be earned the hard way.

Lying hogcuffed as tightly as He wants me, He attaches my neck strap directly to the cuffs. The moment I try to relax or drift off, the strap pulls cruelly across my throat, slowly cutting off my air.

I have two choices give in to that intense, addictive choking sensation I secretly crave or desperately grab my feet or the chains and yank them inward as hard as I can, folding my body into an even stricter, agonizing hogtie just to breathe again.

I struggle hard to find any position that gives me relief twisting, shifting, testing the limits of the steel. But every time I move, especially if I try to turn onto my side, the neck strap tightens mercilessly. One wrong shift and I’d be completely choked out, no matter how close I pull my legs or how much I strain.

He watches and when I fight too much, He simply reaches down and tighte