Sarah Jane Ceylon in bondage Inaugural Devicebondage.com
Tags: Bondage Domination Slave Corporal Punishment Pain HandlerCategory: BDSM
From: devicebondage
Date: February 28, 2007
It is excruciatingly cold against my skin. The metal pierces my neck and wrists. Every adjustment that I make makes it more painful. It is important to get used to the metal structure. I need to make it feel like an extension of my own skeletal system, part of me. Each sensation is a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. His eyes are watching me. I can feel his smile, my pain and discomfort. This is what I feel, despite myself. He is able to locate every part of me that's tender and makes every effort to use this knowledge. The only choice is to surrender, to be a slave to my feelings. Later, I find myself completely imobilized, with my entire weight held by a bar between the legs. My head is so tightly tucked that I can't even catch my breath. Before long, I start snoring and gasping desperately for air. He allows me to lift my head, but only for the cost of a singletail's licks. It's all I can remember is how much I want him hitting me more. The only thing that can give me relief from this situation is pain. To withstand this pain, it takes my full concentration. When he gives me something to hold onto to help with the weight, I get so distracted I forget to say thank you. When he calls me ungrateful, I feel so guilty that I want tears. The pain is so great that I feel the need to just accept it and not make any demands of him. The internal conflict I have is worse than my actual situation. While I want to be able to accept the temporary pain and just tolerate it, the feelings and desire to end the suffering physically are too strong. This is a very frustrating way for me to keep my body and mind engaged in this manner. This is a sign of my inability to control, which I love very much. Finaly, I can't take anymore. It is time to request that I stand again on the boxes. My manners will be remembered this time. I feel relieved and filled with a stream of screaming orgasms that leave my chest full of gratitude. He thanks me once, but I'm too tired to say it again.