catalina_francisco
Happily insatiable always
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As the renovations here continue, and the plans for our bedroom/playroom go through a variety of changes and additions I find my mind wandering (with more than a little help from a certain sadistic man I love and adore) to all things anticipated and desired, and some perhaps not so desired. One of those I find myself thinking much about is assisted self torture. Why do I think of it as 'assisted self torture'? I figure I am in a position where I can choose and be instrumental in delivering my own pain, though it is not of the by myself realm as much as having my wonderful Master place me in that position where I slowly begin to suffer more and must make the decision as to how it ends, what is the best or worst outcome. I welcome any delicious ideas or experiences people want to share.
The one which seems to occupy my thoughts most days of late is hands tied above my head and loosely suspended from the beam above. The delicious part is a metal clip with sharp teeth on clit, both labia, attached by a light chain to 2 more such clips on each nipple, the metal biting into the flesh painfully. A chain then runs up to the beam above, but more taut than the arm suspension, making me stand on tiptoes to avoid ripping the clips off painfully. As time passes I imagine there would be a battle inside my head as to which pain was the best/worst to endure, the one in muscle and foot to remain on tiptoe, or the one of giving in to the strain and lowering the heel to feel the clips tugging and tearing from the flesh. No wonder I have trouble sleeping some nights!!
Catalina
The one which seems to occupy my thoughts most days of late is hands tied above my head and loosely suspended from the beam above. The delicious part is a metal clip with sharp teeth on clit, both labia, attached by a light chain to 2 more such clips on each nipple, the metal biting into the flesh painfully. A chain then runs up to the beam above, but more taut than the arm suspension, making me stand on tiptoes to avoid ripping the clips off painfully. As time passes I imagine there would be a battle inside my head as to which pain was the best/worst to endure, the one in muscle and foot to remain on tiptoe, or the one of giving in to the strain and lowering the heel to feel the clips tugging and tearing from the flesh. No wonder I have trouble sleeping some nights!!
Catalina

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