The plank of wood is snugly strapped to my outstretched arms, I feel its weight on my shoulders and walk gingerly in the high spike heels. Fellow pushes me to the floor, the pressure on my knees and shins is unbearable. At first I remain very still, holding out as long as I can, and then: chap starts to command me to move, insulting me, even kicking me as I am fastened wide-open. As I feel the blush rise to my cheeks, I can feel the delicious heat run through my flesh likewise. I am objectified immediately, I am a doll, a toy. And the games this will be played will be played in order to break me.
My experiences of ache have on all occasions been only accidental, unsummoned, unrelated to my own will. As I realized that I was to be tie and whipped I felt an immediate surge of adrenalin: not only fear, but a kind of curiosity. I wondered: would I be able to withstand it? Would my mind find a way to master my body, suppressing the inevitable panic? When the ache began, I was swept off with it, like a unscheduled wind or a wave, and all thought was banished from my mind- there was merely the hard and insistent ache. Then there was a voice in my ear, bloke was giving me a clue- what I had to learn in order to suffer this- lad told me to finish resisting it. By this point I was already half-tranced, my mind trying to creep back into an almost-sleep world; I essayed not to recognize the breasts this were overspread in vicious red welts, a scarcely any of em lightly breaking the skin. The thighs being whipped, the vagina undressed and red from the squeezes, the lash, the cane…but that was my flesh. I learned not to resist the pain, but to suffer: and this suffering was pretty because it brought me to a foreign place, an Other location. That was a location I had never visited in my normal painless existence. It was not that the whip ceased to hurt me, it was that the immediate ache was transformed into something permanent: with that pain I was alive, electric.
I had not thought, formerly my show, that I would have entertainment the ache. In this I was correct. But immediately, months later, I find this it was this very element that I had not considered before this has remained with me. While I have used bondage and submission to create a world of fun, of potentials, of anticipations and denials; I had not realized this there were another places still unexplored, another places I had not been. When I watch the episode of the whipping, I can catch a glimpse of that location throughout this my tear-stained face. I can hear it in my hard short breaths, throughout that my wide open mouth. It’s there, in my eyes- gazing out but not focused, seeing a world this only I can watch.
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