Cuckolded and Bound for Punishment

I have no idea how long I have been in this same position. I have no way to tell time not even the growing or fading of the light in the room. The heavy leather hood that completely encloses my head makes it impossible for me to see even a small amount of light. I cannot hear any sounds that might give me a clue thanks to the thick earplugs that block all sound. I am unable to speak or cry out for help due to the soft, ballgag that is pushed behind my teeth and keeps my tongue from being used to create sound.
This is not to say that all of my senses are dulled. In fact, my sense of feel is greatly enhanced. I was naked when the hood went over my head. The air is cold, and goosebumps are rising on my skin. I try to count out the seconds into minutes, but I lose track when my muscles start to cramp. She has gotten so much better at binding me in painful ways. Tonight I am up on my toes but only on my right foot.
My back is to a rough post. A rope is tied around my ankle holding me so that I cannot set my foot flat on the floor. Another length ties my leg just below the knee keeping my leg perfectly perpendicular to the post while still another length is tied likewise above the knee.