Mistakes

Do you remember the worst mistake you ever made? Well, I do. Vividly. Oh, I’m Anna by the way. You met me and my sister Bella earlier.

Anyway, my mistake. It’s only been a couple of weeks, actually, so I can remember every detail. It was a torture session, of course. I was alone, I don’t have a master or mistress at the moment, and my sister didn’t have time to play.

So I got myself ready for a nice evening of self-torture. You see, I was lying down on my x-frame. You know what an x-frame is? Well it’s a frame shaped like an X. Duh. Mine is a nice one, padded with leather and with lots of metal rings and stuff for tying me up when I’m on the frame. And it’s adjustable, I can put it upright, or parallel to the floor. That’s how I set it up this time, parallel to the floor, and with me lying on top. It’s hard to tie yourself hanging from the underside, otherwise I might have tried that...

So, I was lying on my x-frame, on my back. My feet, legs, hips, neck and left arm were all tied to the frame and secured with locks. And I was about to lock my right wrist to the frame, too. I had the key in my right hand, and made sure that I could reach the lock before clicking it closed. It was a bit awkward, but I could reach it and unlock it. Then, with my right arm free, I could unlock everything else. That was the plan, at least.

Oh, but that wasn’t all. I wanted to do some self-torture, not bondage-and-lying-around-doing-nothing. First, I made sure that I wouldn’t go crying for help. My house is pretty isolated, but it’s the principle of the thing! There are many types of gags: I used a couple of skewers through my tongue. They kept my tongue nicely stretched outside of my mouth, leaving me unable to make more than incoherent noises.

I had an even dozen of skewers left, and I used all of them. That made six for each of my tits. Ah yes, my tits. I had them tied very tightly with leather bands. Wet leather bands. Wet leather, in case you didn’t know, shrinks when it dries, putting even more pressure on my swollen breasts. But back to the skewers: six went into the left tit, straight through from side to side, at 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12 o’clock. And six went into the other, at 12, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 o’clock.

Compared to that, the three needles I used were really tame, even if I put one through each nipple and one straight through my clit. What was definitely not tame were the three strong metal alligator clamps that I put on top of the needles. Squishing my poor flesh between the sharp teeth of the clamps, and with the needle in between making the pressure ten times worse, that was very intense. And then I used elastic rope to pull all three clamps towards a hook in the ceiling. That stretched my most delicate bits and was almost unbearable. I even cried a little.