Summer time in the Netherlands, not the best moment to start growing flowers, but we try anyway. We do grow flowers in our own little perverted way. First we plant our little flower firmly on the ground. Then we create some branches. Finally we rope around the top of our flower and pull, pull and pull more to make her grow.
So, how does that translate in a practical way: We spread the arms of our girl with bamboo (the branches), then we tie one leg in a futomomo and put our girl on the ground, leaving her other leg untied giving her a false sense of freedom, of being able to avoid, escape, what is coming next. Now it's time to grow, we tie a rope around our girls neck, throw it over a stable anchor point (the branch of the tree she is under) and pull! And pull! And when the tension is just about enough to invoke a beautiful struggle for air we tie off the rope, sit back and watch our little flower grow...
When our girl needs rest from such a beautiful struggle, we release the neck rope, only to rinse and repeat. But this time giving our girl the biggest ballgag we can find and a little more tension on the neck rope. We let our girl struggle again and keep her on the edge of fainting, reducing her world to a struggle for breath and the noises in her head...