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| I am looking for a sadist who is into non-consensual torture. I am not looking to be permanently injured or beaten up, but would like to find someone who actively enjoys intense torture. I do realize all of this comes with risk, however. I don't believe in safe words or signals. If what you do is too much for me, then I hope you enjoy the reactions and simply continue to feed your demons...but it is entirely up to you. I am drug and disease free. Also, and I apologize, but for some reason I can only attach a photo on a reply message, I can't send one in my initial message. So, if you respond to me and wasn't me to send one, I will. For work reasons, I don't leave one attached to my profile.
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I am looking for a uniquely dark soul...someone twisted and who is not afraid to let her dark side come out. I am seeking someone who may not seek to really harm someone as a goal, but who is also not afraid to let her penchant for torture be something she is not afraid to completely indulge. I see someone who wants to know that the person she is with and who is completely helpless would stop her if he could. Now...do you exist? |
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I knew that I made a mistake as soon as I kicked away the paint cans I was standing on for support. Putting myself into the restraints had been hard and I was half exhausted from merely trying to get my wrists and ankles secured.
I was in my basement and alone and would be for days. My neighbors are only a quarter acre away, but due to the very secure gagging (a ball in the mouth followed by several layers of duct tape to completely seal my mouth), I knew I would not be able to alert anyone to my situation.
My wrists were attached to the ceiling above me, but were spread apart with locking cuffs. above each wrists...suspended by a cord, I hung the lock key...also from the ceiling joist. however, the key, while in the ice was out of reach by 6 inches.
Each ankle was secured with a rope loop that I worked my foot into after I had secured the wrists. To ensure that I would be very taunt, I stood on an empty gallon paint container and set up the loops on top (held loosely there by tape). So, that once the restraints were in place, I could kick out containers and have gravity pull me down...making everything very tight.
Also suspended from a ceiling joist was an infrared heat massager attached to a rope, which was taped using electrical tape to my penis. The body of the massager heat on my cock head, but I didn't use any of the attachment covers that came with the massager, instead I used secured myself to the base metal so the heat would hurt more. The massager was connected to an electrical outlet through a light timer that was set with various on/off times. I had spun the dial after setting the times so I would not know in advance how long each would be.
Although not the best idea, I also secured a neck restraint to a ceiling joist. Although I gave this plenty of play to hopefully avoid choking to death.
Finally, I place a pole on the floor between the leg restraints for an anal penetration. It was rounded at the top, very well lubricated but in spots I used extra strength Ben Gay, and about an inch and a half wide. While getting into the restraints, I had some issues getting the pole in and it was deeper than I had anticipated...almost full in...but I decided, mistakenly, to continue anyway.
I pulled up on the wrist restraints by grabbing the suspension line and kicked the paint cans away...well out of reach and removing any chance of being able to get out of the restraints before the ice melted. As I lowered myself slowly, I realized that the anal penetration was much too deep....and my toes were still several inches off the floor. By arching my back, I realized that I could reduce the pressure some, but as I lowered myself to the floor, arching caused me to choke from the neck restraint (which was secured to a forward restraint point in the above ceiling joist).
I stood for a few minutes on my toes, making the trade off between choking and suffering several anal pain. The Ben Gay had also started burning so my backside was in overwhelming agony. I was stretched taunt, spread eagled...and started to cry.
I truly wanted out. I realized that things had gotten past me and I had no idea how long it would take for the key ice to melt as I didn't test it. So, it could take hours.
After about 15 minutes, I could no long stay on my toes, yet going flat footed exacerbated the choking and the deep penetration anally. I screamed for help for awhile, but it was obvious that no one would hear me due to the relative isolation in an empty house and the heavy gag. As I started getting dizzy from the intensity and limited air, the massager turned on for the first time.
The vibrations were powerful and since I could hardly move and the massager was simply suspended in the air with the only surface connection to that of my penis head, I felt the intense vibration fully. I came quickly, but the vibrations continued.
I get very sensitive after orgasm, which I suspect is the same for lots of people, yet I could not do anything to limit or stop the vibration. The reaction from orgasm cause me to buckle and shift slightly, which increase the anal pain.
Almost immediately after turning on, I felt the metal of the massager head getting warm. After about ten minutes, the heat was painful and got to be searing after another five minutes.
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I will say that all dominants, subs, tops, bottoms, etc. are not created equal. Simply having a passion for fetish is not enough. The organ that is between the ears is the most important of all as is the desire and ability to approach all of this with passion. |
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I burned myself again last week...far more than I intended. Here is what happened.
I was in a shower at the hotel and used some socks to make slip knots on the towel rack at the back of the bath tub, directly opposite the shower head. One end of each sock was a slip knot, with the other end tied to the rack. Eventually, I knew I would be able to work out of the slip knots, but realized it would take me some time. I then adjusted the shower head so that it was less of a "shower" spray and more of a a heavy run of water out of the head. I then placed a funnel under the head to catch the water and tied a luggage strap (about an inch in diameter) to the back of the fixture that ran through the funnel and connected to the rack behind me, but the strap was loose so it angled down from the head and then connected up. I used two more straps to tie a line from the commode on one side, and a metal soap holder on the other. In these I made slip knots for each ankle. I then turned on the water, but left the shower switch off so that it would get hot. Finally, I attached a line to the shower switch so I could open it while bound. I also secured a looped belt to the towel rack as a neck restraint.
I rolled up a pillow case from the bed and worked it into my mouth as much as I could, then taped the mouth shut. I wanted to make sure I could not be heard.
Then I straddled the luggage strap from the shower head and it was snug between my legs, angled down from the shower head itself. I then taped my penis shaft to the strap so that as water ran down the strap from the shower head, through the funnel, it would hit my penis first.
I had some trouble working myself into the ankle restraints and the neck restraint and once inside I was barely able to stand flat footed and was pulled slightly forward, so my hips were partially thrust out. I then worked my wrists into the wrist restraints on either side of the towel rack. Once I was in the bondage, I was very well secured and hardly able to move. I then pulled on the shower switch line so that water would start coming out of the shower head.
Write me to find out what happened. |
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I am looking for someone very cruel. Someone who delights in taking things to the next step. Someone who enjoys bondage and gagging, not only because they like how it looks aesthetically, but because they know that they are going to be doing more than what their "victim" can take. |
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As soon as I heard the click, I knew that I was in trouble. It was 4 am and the sun would not be rising for a few hours and I was completely in the dark. My wrists were locked overhead with a combination lock that I could not open until the morning rose. I didn't know how bad things would get, so I gagged myself very tightly...completely sealing my mouth. My legs were spread apart and bound and I was completely naked.
In front of me, I set up a contraption that ultimately turned out to be unwise. On a table in front of me...raised up with a stool secured to the table, I had set up an instant coffee maker. I filled the water reservoir as much as possible and then attached a light timer to the unit so that it would turn on in about 45 minutes. From the drip area of the coffee maker...I attached a half dozen thin lines designed to catch the boiling water. These lines angled down from the maker to the handle of the sliding door behind me, so they were taunt. I straddled these lines and then duct taped my penis shaft (at the bottom) into the web.
I had second thoughts after I locked myself in as the boiling water could really be damaging, but I found myself well tied. In fact, I could hardly move and needed to stand on my toes to relieve the strain on my wrists.
I tensed as the dim red light to the coffee maker turned on and I could hear the water almost instantly starting to cook. After about 20 seconds, the first drips began...slowly and light at first, but they quickly became much more intense. I couldn't see the water racing down the line, but felt the first seering pain of the burn on my penis head. The hot water then racing down my shaft and burning me down to my balls. It was way more hot...and way more excruciatingly painful than I had planned.
Lust quickly turned to panic but I could not escape my fate. For 6 minutes my penis was tortured and I burned myself in several places...
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