Did you ever hear the sound that pumpkins make on a chilly october halloween eve?
i don't think I ever did, until that night. I guess when you're cold and tired that has a lot to do with it.
i don't know how long I sat there in his creepy pumpkin patch, bound and gagged, struggling to free myself from his insaneness. I heard all kinds of wild noises in the distance and being out there alone, my mind played tricks on me. The night seemed like it would never end.
i could have sworn I heard noises from his pumpkins, like singing or something like that. Really bizarre. Would I ever make it through this chilling night?

my tits were tied so tight, I could feel them swell like two balloons. The ropes in-twined around my shoulders, cutting hard into my delicate skin. My wrists were rigidly attached to my legs, almost as if they were one. I knew I would be there for awhile.
i was so happy to see him when he finally came to check on me. He crouched down in front of me, not wasting any time as he began bargaining with me. "i"ll let you out cunt, if you give me a good blow job". I jumped at the opportunity to be free from his bondage. This deal I made with the devil. I felt the ropes coming undone and my skin began to itch really bad and then it stung, almost like open wounds. I began to get wet and excited that he could make me feel this way. I rubbed my pussy hard, to let him see that I liked what he did to me, in my own sick little way.

his cock found it's way hard into my mouth and I sucked him for so long. I sucked like I never sucked before, wanting to get in his good graces, to maybe even bargain a little bit more. I was almost delirious from being out there so long. Tired, hungry, cold and hurting. I kept sucking and sucking, pleasing him.
above his moans of pleasure, I heard the autumn wind, or could it be the sound of pumpkins singing?

action: rope bondage, tit tie, blowjob, tit/nipple .

items used: un-manilla rope, silk scarf gag, whartonburg wheel.