The slick wet oiled rope stretches from one end of the room to the other.

I straddle it with the air of a prisoner mounting the gallows. The rope is adjusted, raised until it splits the hot pink folds of my sex. My body reluctantly engulfs the slippery knotted line as I stand to obedient naked attention.

This is not a new torment for me. I have endured it before. You might think that makes this easier for me but it doesn't. I am welling up in my core with anticipation and shame.

I shake as I await the command to begin.

I am ordered to move forwards. As I do the greasy rope slides between my labia. The rope is knotted at close intervals and those oil drenched knots grind against the aching nub of my clitoris as the rope slides through the deep cleft of my mound.

More knots have been added since I was last put on the rope.

I am already needy from denial and chastity. The rope is too much in this condition but I accept it anyway.

I will try to endure. Try to be obedient.

I want to do this. To show my obedience, my stamina, my worth.

But it is so hard. Look at me. Look at my flushed aching body.

How many times must I walk the length of the rope?

How many? Please tell me, please. How many?

I try, I really do but I reach my whimpering point quickly.

I'm trying to be good, please. Just look at what the rope is doing to me.

I slow my pace. The muscles of my inner thighs spasm visibly.

If I go too fast I will break, I will come and I know that is not permitted.

But if I am too slow harsh penalties are imposed.

There is a time limit for each crossing of the room, for each journey along the knotted rope.

If I fail to meet that cruel deadline I am punished with a fresh clamp or peg applied to my breasts and nipples.

My chest is heavy with clamps, they sway and clatter together with my strained breathing as I take another step, another.

Please how many more?

Please tell me.

Please tell me when I may stop. When I may come.

However long you make me travel along the rope please tell me there will be relief at the end of my journey.

Please how much further?

Please.