water wheel
I feel sexy and sweet both, to begin with. Bound tightly, short skirt, legs exposed. Feet arched in platform heels, waiting... titillated and nervous. Then on the floor, sightless and gagged. Bound more tightly now. I feel primal, feral. An animal squealing and wriggling. I am trying to avoid the electric sharpness of the cattle prod. I am terrified. A rush of relief when I finally find the toy he has thrown, complete my task. I rest briefly, remember to breathe. As I am cuffed and belted in the metal chair my fear mounts again, breath quickens. I think: this can't be happening... but I've asked for it. My clit is suctioned and swelling. My nipples burn. My face grows wet with tears. He turns up the power of the electricity. I am burning not just on my cunt and breasts, but inside and through my body. I am screaming and streaming tears. It is painful, but also releasing and redeeming somehow; when he decides I've had enough, I feel - not broken - but stronger. This is a test. I am suspended and spanked, breasts bound. I am testing the ropes. The ropes are testing me. I am growing stronger with each submission. I am a girl, a woman, a wild creature subdued. "Sit up straight." he says, and I do. Though I am tired, I lift my head and feel the grace of my body, my straight back, the curve of my shoulders, tied, the angles and arcs of my legs. "Now," he says, "you have to dig down." and I do. Pull air into the depth of my abdomen, feel the resolve there, let my breath steel me for what is next. I feel unsteady, but determined, climbing onto the steel cross carefully, following directions as they bind my arms, legs, belly. I am afraid, but I push the fear back. I am in each moment now, letting this happen, taking it. The world shifts as they tip me, over the water, slowly. I sputter, testing it, then my neck is bound too and I am helpless, completely. I am submerged and then lifted, over and over, coughing and spitting, trying to breathe. My whole world becomes darkness and wet and pain in sharp licks on my belly and cunt, then swift rushes of air. I can do nothing but feel this... try to hold my breath and my screams... remember to breathe when I am allowed. When it is over, I don't believe it. I am expecting more. My body is pink and red. Exposed and abused. Tortured, but also redeemed. Stronger in my submission. I am expecting more...
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