Well it has been done. My husband has been taking care of me for the last two days and now I am strong enough to sit here and type a bit about last Saturday. He will not let me post a picture though.
To say that my birthday gift to him was an intense experience is an understatement of epic proportions. Everything about it was, well, I guess the first word that comes to my mind is painful. I am just happy he enjoyed it because, so did I.
From early Friday evening until the time of my execution I was kept in a basement cellar at the home of A. and G., a couple that sometimes bdsm scene with us. This place was cramped and kept artificially cold. I had nowhere to lie down except a rough deck of unfinished wood. Having had no food since early Friday afternoon the pain of hunger joined my fear, the cold and my excitement in keeping me awake most of the night.
The “trial†happened around ten the next morning. This was the only part of the whole adventure that I really did not enjoy. I am not really into the humiliation thing. And humiliating it was. Five people sitting before me while I, completely nude, stood before them, confessing to made-up sins, which was easy. I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
The flogging that made me wish otherwise. I was very tightly tied to a column and given a piece of wood to bite on. I was glad for it. Two of the men went at me slowly and methodically, using leather floggers, which allowed them to swing full force without fear of cutting my skin too fast, as it would have happened from the first strokes, had they used singletail whips. I love getting whipped but I went through a whole range of emotions during the next hour and a half. From “Oh my God, this really hurts†through “Yes, please, harder!†to “Please, let me faint for just a little bitÂâ€. Each one of them must have beat me at least two hundred times. There was a mirror on the wall in front of me and I guess one of the things that helped me go through it was looking at my own body slowly being covered with bright bruises and welts. I felt so sexy! By the time I lost the bit/gag, I was so exhausted I could not even scream and it crossed my mind that the purpose of the whipping was precisely that, to get me as tired as possible.
As tired as I was, I still found the strength to screech in agony as my body was placed upon the cross, the surface of which was rough and splintered. There was a tiny foot rest on each side of the stipes, and I wondered why they were being so nice about it. Then came the surprise. As the cross was raised, heavy iron chains were wrapped about my neck, arms, shoulders, and even my breasts and waist. So the dance, if I managed to do it would be a painfully slow one. Just the pain on my toes at rest was incredible with over a hundred pounds of iron hanging from my body. My shoulders were pretty useless after only a few minutes, hence the footrests. By the end of it, they were using a purple wand to “encourage me†to rise up and breathe. And all that time, I got to look at myself in the mirror and see myself suffer for him. By the time they took me down after about an hour and I finally got my reward, my body was too weak to manage more that a symbolic orgasm.
Still I canÂ’t wait to do it again.