Tied

[The Art of Touch]

Just a sketch from a notebook. Without any claims to the story. Maybe someone will be interested.

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A huge desire to get rid of these figs.... From the "weights" as he affectionately calls them. Does not work…. The bastard tied his hands behind a tree.... What if you make movements from side to side to throw them off?.... No. The movements don’t work. The skin seems to be tightly glued to the tree trunk... Now I’ll try to bend in an arc... Did he think it wouldn’t work? Hmm... It really doesn’t work. Also, the ropes do not allow you to do this completely... Although, there is progress - the skin on the back first pulls back, then in places it begins to come off.... It begins to come off! It’s starting to come off!! It’s starting to come off!!! It’s starting to feel... well... Hmmm... the sensations are unusual... Damn... Now the butt is stuck. And where did he get so much resin? Was he looking all over the forest or something?

And these weights.... If they weren’t okay.... At least they just vibrated, I would get used to the monotonous vibration... Who were they developed at all?..... Men or women?.... Well, you can’t do that.... They first work, then they stop, then they start working again, but in a different way... There’s something in them Is artificial intelligence built in?.... He should attach these weights to his penis.....

Nooooo..... Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooossssing.... .. zhzhzhzhzhzhzhzh.... it’s like that..... Well, I wish I could cum.... So they excite you, aaaaaaaa....... aaaaaaaa.... but they don’t let me cum... How much is that? ..... zhzhzhzhzheeeeeeee..... ttttttttttt...... prooooo.... oooooooo.... wow? ..... oooooh.... wow!!!!!!!......the one hanging below - wow!!!!!!!...... again - wow!! !!!!!.......long..... And where is ogo?...... Why is there no ogo?...... I want ogo!!!... But no, not him. .... Neither him.... nor himself.... But I want wow!!!!.... oooooooh.... It started again!..... But this is not wow! oooooh...... How to distract yourself from this..... yayyyy......

pause....

nWell, finally. Is there really at least one person among the developers of these pendants.... Thanks to him..... aaaaaaa...... aaaaa..... mmmmmmm..... ooooh...... zhzhzhzhzhzh... ...eeeee......t be her? Well, no mozhzzzzhzh....... nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..... noooooooooooo it could be a woman... Although, why can’t she? Oooooooo...... wow!.... is it really wow again?!!!.....

Where is this bastard who tied me to a tree? He’s probably sitting somewhere nearby and watching, the damned pervert. Wow!... Great! It seems the battery on one key fob is dead.... ahhhh..... ahhhhh..... So that the second one dies too...... ahhhhh.... ahhh... Someone please move me a working keychain to another one with...... ooooh.... with.... ooooh..... nipple, nipple, nipple, nipple....

Someone.... Anyone!.... Anyone?

And who could be "anyone" if we are in such a Are you in the middle of nowhere? Well, of course - this bastard. So that my eyes don’t see him anymore. I just wish I could untie myself. Now let him just come across me in an untied state.... No. It’s not him in an untied state... I don’t need him in an untied state... On the contrary, the constant desire to somehow, on the contrary, put him together... Or tie him together?... Interesting. I’ll think about it in my spare time...

Nooooo... I should be in an untied state, and he should come across me at that moment.... Must.... Must... . He owes me a lot!..... If only my eyes wouldn’t see him.....

Hmm.... But I don’t see him anyway... And I don’t hear... He has problems with his heart... But here... And here is not a city, not Nevsky Prospekt... This is still a forest. What if he felt bad? We don’t go into the forest very often. What if he is unconscious? Hey!. Hey! Where are you? Well, let me know about you! Please! I really.... Yes.... Really... Yes.... I...really.... please....

Sooooo.... Who took my hands from behind? A? I’m asking? Are you the bastard?

Silence....

Well, this can’t be. If he had stood behind the tree, even motionless, then at least some crunching sound should have been heard. Well, at least once? Did it really seem to me? My hands are numb. Maybe not him? Then who? Squirrel... Congratulations to myself! A squirrel came to me!... What other squirrel? There can’t be a squirrel. I would have felt the squirrel. She has fur... Well, yes! Fur! And... Teeth.. No. No... Don’t talk about teeth. These were his hands. These were definitely his hands. I recognize his hands among thousands of others. Such gentle hands.... This usurper.... How can such a usurper have such gentle hands? Nature’s mistake. His hands were sewn on from another person. Well, yes. Anything can happen in nature. Child of nature... And he... He tied me to this tree with these very gentle hands? And he also said that he loves....

Here we go again... Squirrel, is that you? Well, okay, not a squirrel... Hedgehog... Hedgehog is more suitable for you. Hedgehog, honey, touch me again..... No. It’s like the roof has gone crazy. And so she was not fine, and after today’s entertainment she completely went crazy. Well, tell yourself... Do hedgehogs climb trees? Or do they climb? Or are they climbing? Well, let them just move around. Is this how hedgehogs move through trees? Well, I answered myself. Hey! Hey! Hey! Touch me again! Yes, it doesn’t matter who.... Touch.... I want to understand that my hands are still in place.... It seems that only these things are in place.... or whatever they call them - weights....

He. Where is he? Thank God they stopped working. The one below is having his last convulsions. Nothing, not even pleasant. This reminds me of something. I told him to buy more powerful batteries. No. He bought these. What a blessing that he didn’t listen to me this time. Otherwise the execution would have continued now.

It’s cold.

Yes. It’s no longer a hallucination. It is he. These are his hands. He unties me. And he was standing next to the tree all this time? How? How can this be? Okay, me. Tied... But I could move a little. I didn’t care what noises I made. This is not in an apartment where the alcoholic neighbor stops rowdying when we start making love. He, you see, likes to “hear my moans,” as he himself admitted to me. Well man. Well, lonely...

Unties. Definitely unties. And how did he stand all this time without moving so that even a branch would not snap?...

Help. My hands are numb. What’s wrong with my back? Are you sure turpentine will clean it? And what to do with the hair??? Don’t spend it all. I’ll skip one more place for you! No. Don’t touch it. Don’t touch me, I said! I’ll remove the weights myself. So what if your fingers don’t obey... You attached them, and I’ll take them off myself...

I’ll find somewhere to attach them, my beloved bastard!