Hung for Him: My Muzzled, Strappado - Endurance Test

Description: No audioa story by bunny..he told me to stand still… so i did. barefoot on the wood floor, arms behind my back, wearing the burgundy bodysuit he picked for me. my leather harness was already buckled tight around my body. every strap reminding me that i belonged to him. i waited, trying not to tremble. he hadn’t even touched me yet, but my heart was already racing.he told me to kneel, and i obeyed. the muzzle came next. i didn’t resist as he fastened the thick leather over my face… each strap pulled snug, the pressure growing with every buckle. it locked my jaw shut, silencing me completely. he buckled me into the suspension cuffs and pulled them above my head, the chain was tight, i was made to raise onto my toes… then higher. my arms stretched over my head, the harness digging into my ribs and hips. it hurt—but it was the kind of pain i knew i was supposed to take for him. the kind that says i’m his.time slowed. my muscles burned. my shoulders screamed. i couldn’t speak, but i whimpered… he just watched from his chair, phone in hand, calm and quiet. occasionally looking at me, providing the desperate connection i need to him. but for now, i am art. i kept hanging… until i couldn’t. i started shaking, my legs weak, eyes pleading through the muzzle. i couldn’t say any words, but i begged. begged with my body… with every strained breath.and when he finally let me down—i felt weightless in a different way. because i had endured for him. because he made me.this is not a performance. it’s obedience… discipline… devotion. all captured in one quiet, grainy view.no edits. no sound. just what really happened when he decided to hang me up… and make me last.