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In a room full of crew members, other Insex models and viewers anxiously awaiting my show, I felt completely alone atop the barrel as PD tied the second and final knot of the cloth around my face. When PD took away my sight the room went silent; there was no show. I was in a dark room alone, insignificant and forgotten. That is until the snap of the single tail brought me back. I don’t know what scared me more, that fact that I was being whipped or that I couldn’t see it coming.
I was embarrassed that I could not pee on command, but when my body failed to follow orders I made the decision that I would used my full bladder to my advantage. I would turn that burning desire to relieve myself in a means to overcome my pain. Being a sub to PD and Sir Barry I needed all the help I could get and if holding my pee was going to keep me from being overwhelmed then so be it.
A few days before the show I had asked if it was possible to torture someone by tickling them. (Obviously I’m a novice) I had no idea that when you mix a severe position with expert bondage and canning with something as endearing and gentle as tickling that what you got was an emotion that thoroughly confused the face. I couldn’t hold back my laughter or my tears. My mouth couldn’t conform to one emotion or another. It wanted to curve up into a smile from the utter joy of PD affectionately tickling my sides, but my smile was in combat with the frown that accompanied my tears.
An umbilical cord connects my collar to my personality. All my bratty defiance and pride just come bursting forth and there was a no more opportune time than during my interrogation for me to be myself. That was not enough, however, to keep me from being completely terrified of the electricity PD was about to unleash on me. Mixed with my fear of anything anal its no wonder I saw my life flash before my eyes as I was lowered in the seatless chair. All I wanted at that point was to wake up. I wanted to open my eyes and find myself cozy in my bed with my cat "Master Minxx" lounging at my feet. Instead I opened my eyes to the sound of my own piercing scream as the first shock exploded in my ass. My only foundation through it all was the snug comfort of my leather collar.
There is nothing more frustrating than to implore your limbs to do something that you’ve done a thousand times before with ease and to have them blatantly refuse. Electric shocks are a superb source of encouragement though. Whereas I told PD I could only do five pushups, he helped me successfully complete two more.
The following scene, the Super Hog-tie, brought me immense satisfaction. My flexibility, a natural ability reinforced by sporadic yoga classes, is something I’ve always taken for granted. PD, on the other hand, takes great pride in binding my limber joints. After executing a position that brings me very little discomfort, I have come to embrace my flexibility as a valuable commodity because it gives PD and the Insex members excitement and pleasure.
PD and Sir Barry delivered corporal punishment in the rarest form for my canning scene. I have never felt more stripped and exposed. There were no crutches to lean on. No collar to make me feel beautiful through it all. No splendid hotg-tie to shield my ass from the cane strokes. No bratty wisecracks to be made with the ring gag holding my mouth wide open and my drool streaming out uncontrollably. The butt hook, though pleasing to the eye, actually humiliated me more than my drool. I felt as if PD and Sir Barry thought that I wasn’t a good enough sub to present myself on command. I may not have made it through the scene if they had not acknowledged that I arched my back and obediently presented my ass for each cane stroke. PD and Sir Barry delivered and I wanted the challenge of accepting my punishment, unassisted, with gratitude. As the pain increased, in order to continue to deal I had to make a conscience decision to let go of everything and lose myself in the abyss of my pain. Once in subspace my pain became a bright and burning pleasure; my light at the end of the tunnel. Where each time I presented myself, I was not broken down but built up and made stronger by absorbing the power put into each stroke.
All good things must come to an end. What a sweet and abrupt ending my show came to. I shocked everyone including myself at how quickly and easily I climaxed. I believe the viewers were still discussing how I would go about asking permission to cum with the gag in my mouth when my first orgasm interrupted the conversation. My second and third orgasms made me forget where I was. All in all I walked away stronger, well punished and very, very well rewarded.
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