RealTimeBondage - Spacegirl - Electrified Love

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The beam of salami is cozily tied to my outstretched arms, I perceive its weight on my shoulders and walk timidly in the high spike heels. He thrusts me to the floor, the pressure on my knees and shins is unbearable. At highly first I linger highly still, holding out as lengthy as I can, and then: he embarks to command me to move, insulting me, even crushing me as I am tied helpless. As I perceive the redden rise to my cheeks, I can perceive the sweet warmth run thru my figure as well. I am objectified now, I am a doll, a toy. And the games that will be toyed will be toyed in order to break me. My practices of pain have always been merely accidental, unsummoned, unrelated to my own will. As I realized that I was to be tied up and flogged I sensed 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 sir my body, suppressing the inevitable panic? When the pain began, I was swept off with it, like a unexpected wind or a wave, and all thought was sent away from my mind- there was only the brutish and insistent pain. Then there was a voice in my ear, he was providing me a clue- what I had to learn in order to endure this- he told me to stop resisting it. By this point I was already half-tranced, my mind attempting to creep back into an almost-sleep world; I attempted not to recognize the mammories that were coated in perverse crimson welts, several of them easily cracking the skin. The hips being whipped, the fuckbox exposed and crimson from the clamps, the whip, the cane…but this was my body. I learned not to fight back the pain, but to suffer: and this bearing was wonderful because it brought me to a foreign place, an Other place. This was a place I had never visited in my standard painless existence. It was not that the crop ceased to hurt me, it was that the immediate pain was transformed into something permanent: with this pain I was alive, electric. I had not thought, before my show, that I would love the pain. In this I was correct. But now, months later, I find that it was that highly element that I had not considered before that has remained with me. While I have used bondage and subjugation to create a world of pleasure, of potentials, of anticipations and denials; I had not realized that there were other places still unexplored, other places I had not been. When I watch the scene of the whipping, I can catch a peek of this place thru my tear-stained face. I can hear it in my stiff brief breaths, thru my gaping mouth. It is there, in my eyes- gawping out but not focused, seeing a world that only I can see.