You Spoke. We Listened! A Night of Self Bondage Punishment
As you can read in this post – I made a mistake when I setup the forums on my website. You can read the post to find out what I did wrong, but basically – it was pretty stupid. Master gave me a bit of a beating for it, but as you can read in the post, some readers did not think that was sufficient. Master has already made me kneel on many evil things. Including bottlecaps – so he decided to go with something a little new, and definitely still grueling.
Self bondage is one of the most brutal things a slave can be made to do, in my opinion. Why? Because it goes against the very core of our human survival insticts. Sure, my survival insticts should technically get me as far away from my Master who abuses me physically and mentally on a daily basis – but, somehow it’s different than that. I love my Master, as most of you well know – and I love his abuse. I live to serve him. But for one reason or another it’s a completely different story when I’m made to punish myself.
Drawing inspiration from some of these images, Master has made me replicate them myself. It was not an easy task – I wake up sore many mornings, from my hours of being in intense bondage almost every day, but this morning when I woke up it was especially bad due to the grueling position you see to the left. The difference is, I am extremely flexible. From the years of intense bondage, Master has molded my body into something he refers to as a piece of art when I’m tied up. I’d be a great gymnist, I’ll tell you that! With the sole of my foot actually touching the back of my head (as you see this fine slave is attempting to do in the picture to the left) – my arms holding it in place…I remained in that position for well over an hour…it may have been two, but I completely lost track of time. We went through 3 candles…slowly dripping onto my chest, often dribbling down to the tender skin on my stomach – my pussy screaming in pain from the clothespins having been on for far-too-long, my pussy lips stretched to the max as the strings pulled them apart on the clothespins. I’ve undergone far worse torture, and far worse bondage – but I could not slump and let my limbs and flesh be held by bondage. I had to hold it there myself – and about 20 minutes into the position – I realised…I was doing this to myself. It was a whole new level of submission…I was not being held by any bondage…I was being held by the mental command that Master has over me. This is why I believe it’s one of the most brutal things a slave can be made to do. Also, relevent is that Master is far too much of a sadist for the wax to build up on my body – thereby protecting it from further wax. He would peel it off every few minutes, so that every new drop fell on exposed tender already burning skin.
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