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He classifies it as "post surrender", I never knew what it was.
As far back as I can remember, I always had fantasies of rape. The thoughts of a vigorous struggle, followed by the humiliation of defeat, plus the final feeling of utter helplessness were an extreme physical and emotional turn on for me. I thoroughly enjoy the confinement bondage provides, but the tremendous rush that I get from the struggle is also part of the erotic allure. I am naturally submissive, but enjoy the challenge of being forced into the role. I really enjoy being dominated and punished, but feel that an exchange of power must take place first. I never give myself to someone, I have to be physically taken.
We began with rope, elbows bent behind my back. I felt the need to show him that it was not substantial enough. I worked cleverly to untie the knot and work my way free. We tried a second tie, which was equally insufficient. He then switched to leather straps, which were more comfortable, and I believe allowed him to bend my arms more securely without the risk of me doing some real damage to myself during the struggle. He threw me down on the mattress and began to fight to bind my ankles, again with the leather straps. I fought. I fought hard, but in the end, he won. I was bound naked on the mattress with the exception of my white cotton socks. He then removed my socks, and demanded I open my mouth. I refused. I have a very large jaw and can accommodate lots of things in my mouth, but at that moment I did not want the sock there. He persisted to shove the sock in. The sock was very dry and hard to manipulate with my tongue, but I managed, I always do. As he wrapped the tape around my face, I began to laugh, as I pushed the sock further out of my lips. I don't think that he knew what to think. I think that Pd is used to the compliant little submissive bitches that take everything he can dish out without objections. I knew at that moment, this was going to be fun. We were going to play my way. He forced the sock further into my mouth and applied lots of tape. I was able to struggle, but not free myself.
He had spoke of using the stockade, but I had no idea what that involved. He came toward me with a tree branch and several pieces of hardware. A big metal c- shaped piece was slipped behind my neck, then attached with nuts at either side. My wrists were then attached to either end of the branch in the same fashion. He then began working on my ankles, attaching a second branch as a spreader bar. I was able to move some, but the more I struggled, the more the branch pressing my neck constricted my airflow. This hurt, but at the same time the dizziness the airflow restriction caused was giving me a twisted sexual high. I struggled for a while in this position, and he wanted me to say something. I believe the word he wanted to hear from me was "please". I didn't want to say it. He was making me mad. I struggled for a while, the anger subsided, and when I found it difficult to fight I finally said the word.
I was then positioned on my back, stockade still in place. I could not move to either side. The branches prevented me from doing so. The only fight that I could produce was some wriggling of my body. Pd then tied my nipples to the branch with thin pieces of suede string. As I struggled my nipples were pulled very tightly upward, causing pain. I love it when it hurts so good. He then introduced me to another branch. This one was sharpened at the end. He pushed my thighs apart and inserted it. I was angry. I wanted to resist, but couldn't. I was at his mercy. He positioned the vibrating wand on my clit. I didn't want to have an orgasm, but after about 45 seconds of the intense vibrations, I knew that I would be forced to anyway. The more I wriggled to get away from the vibrations, the further I forced the branch into my wet pussy. I don't remember how many orgasms I had. Looking back, even immediately following it all, it was a blur. I know that I had at least four, maybe five really intense mind blowing orgasms. He cuddled with me and whispered something about keeping me this way all night. I wondered how many orgasms I could really take.
I am coming to New York for a live feed. He wants to interrogate me. Following the interrogation, we will play. He says that he can break me. I say "Bring it on..."!!!
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