I woke up sore and aching.

I woke up sore and aching. My whole body was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night.
It had started out as fun actually. My school girl clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and trying to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, laughing at my foolhardy attempts and I grew ever more determined to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a larger knot, a rope around my neck pulled continuously higher. Still I kept trying at the ropes, pushing and working at the knots, giggling all the way. PD finally made me sit on my knees and pulled the rope taut. Now I had to struggle to deal with the pressure on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in trying to get out of PD's ropes earlier, I was getting really tired really fast. I tried to sit back on my feet to my knees, this position put a lot of strain on my thighs, and tightened the rope on my neck further,but I held on.
Pd pulled my shoes and socks off and tickled them, poked them and pinched them, laughter turned to screams.
Soon,he loosened the rope on my neck, only to tie it to my foot! He pulled me up and I felt a terrible strain on my ankle, the pressure was unbearable. I had seen him do this plenty of times, and had never experienced it myself. I was terrified. Soon my terror deepened, I started to feel as if the thongs of leather wrapped around my foot were slipping, and imagined myself plummeting to the ground head first. These were irrational fears, but I could not shake them, I screamed to be let down.

Then it got worse. I was instructed to lie on a clear sheet of vinyl that PD had prepared for a special scene. He folded another sheet over me, and began taping down the edges.
Then the suction began, and with a high pitched squeal, the vacuum suctioned the two pieces of vinyl together! After several starts and stops, I was finally vacuum sealed and hung, like a bag of violet colored candy or a packaged doll.
I cannot begin to express the utter horror I felt in this situation. There was pressure all around me, my nose was actually pinched shut, and even though it was clear vinyl, I could not see anything, my eyes had been squeezed shut too. I had to struggle to expand my diaphragm, and it was hard to breathe. I feared not getting enough air, and wondered what would happen if I fainted, would PD be able to tell? Would I still be able to hold the tube in my mouth that supplied me with precious air or would the vacuum suck that out too? I had ear plugs in and I couldn't hear anything PD was saying, I was alone with this terrible pressure all around me and despite knowing PD, and having worked with him for so long I could not put aside this horror, I could not reason at all. Blind terror and panic overwhelmed me, and thank god, PD started pulling me down.

I was so happy to be out of there, that I would willingly undergo any other torture, and I certainly was pushed to my limits. My arms had been tied behind me for quite some time already, and they would get quite the treatment now.
PD mounted me on the box and put my into a severe hogtie. I had to struggle just to maintain it, and felt an incredible strain on my lower back, and in my arms. I alternated between pushing forward to my back, and trying to keep the strain off my shoulders. My shoulders felt like they were being wrenched out of their sockets, and since my arms are double jointed, I actually had to fight to make sure that they didn't rotate in their sockets (which is usually not a big deal, but in this case, with this much pressure would have been terribly painful). Pd pushed me forward on the edge of the box, so that my breasts hung off. I had another terrifying moment here, my whole body trembling. I felt as if I were going to rock forward and fall off the box and I pushed back with all my might, greatly increasing the strain on my lower back.
To make matters worse, PD clamped my very sensitive nipples and started adding weights one by one, to each nipple. The pain on my back and my sheer terror were so intense that I hardly reacted to the pain in my nipples.
Finally after one clamp had fallen under the weight it had beared, the other was removed, and I was let out.

Next we did an inverted suspension, which felt great... at first. My arms were free, and I felt like a child playing in a jungle gym. I would not feel like this for long.
PD brought out a bucket, and tied it to my hair. Then he began filling up the bucket with water, putting quite the load on my very sensitive scalp. The worst however, was when he pulled out the Violet wand. I heard it crackling and charging and I knew what was coming, even before I felt the first jolt of electricity on my vulnerable, exposed body. He toyed with me, running it along lightly and then letting the harsher zaps get to my nipples and genitals.
Soon he tired of these games, and led me to another in what seemed like an endless stream of tortures.

PD is an engineer of pain, and had prepared an especially evil device tonight.
Two elevated pieces of wood were parallel, with enough space between to accomodate for the rather large dildo on the "Fuck Machine" as it is affectionately referred to.
The pieces of wood were slanted slightly, but not enough for any real comfort, the hard unmoving edges hurt my thighs and ass and my position felt precarious with my arms tied tightly behind my back. Although PD had tied a supporting rope, it offered little consolation, I needed to lean back and hold very still to feel at all secure. An awful rubber hood was put on my head as well, it was heavy and the edges were hard and dug into the soft skin of my face.
The machine was turned on and the dildo started pumping. Although the angle had been adjusted for proper penetration, it wasn't pleasant at all. All my aches and pains from my earlier trials were wearing on my body, and the discomforts of my position weren't helping.
Along comes PD with his magic wand and everything changes. My body is his instrument, and his tune changes from one of pain, to pleasure. As uncomfortable as everything was and after all that I'd gone through, I was surprised to find how responsive I was. It wasn't long before I was begging for an orgasm, and I exploded for what seemed like forever.

My last trial of the evening was a harrowing one. I had never taken a heavy caning before, but I had agreed to taking this tonight, to push my limits and expand them.
Sir Barry came to the helm and after a good warmup he got to work. I tried to give in to the pain,to hold still and take the caning, to be brave and stalwart. It was hard, and I had no restraints, I just had to take it. I held on for as long as I could, the pain coursing through with each cane stroke, tears rolling down my face.
Finally it was over and I felt like a child again. I could barely speak, and even though the pain was no longer there, I could not staunch my tears, or the shudders that racked my body.







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