Postby Jay Feely » Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:59 pm
The most humuliating part of this experience came the next day when I awoke from my slumber. She let me get back on my feet wearing my regular clothes, and I thought that it meant I was set free from her control, but it was far from the truth because she duct taped me to a wall. I was reeling my discomfort in this bondage position, but she did not care. Amanda was more content with me in a restrained state, and she continued her dominance on me by adding in a pacifier so I could not speak. She returned later with a box of objects that she would use for the remainder of the day to drive me out of my mind.
First, she picked up a bottle of tabasco sauce, and forced me to digest in it. My mouth was on fire as each tiny bit was poured inside. To make matters worse, she did not give me a cup of water to drink, so the flavor stuck to me for a while, about 15-20 minutes. Then, she put a warhead into my mouth. It was the most intense feeling I ever had. After that, she put in a jalopeno which had the worst spiciy flavor in my entire life. Finally, the last piece of food was a indian ghost pepper and that caused me to express my disapproval of the treatment I was given by my girlfriend, and it worked because she discontinued the food torture.
Second, she untied me from the wall, and wanted me to let her tie me up again, but with those words, I bolted away, but my escape was short lived, as she managed to catch up to me, and tackle me. She pinned my hands behind my back, and twisted it until I screamed out in pain. This was my punishment for disobeying her orders, and I gave up trying to escape from her. I let her tie my hands behind my back with rope. Then, she tied my ankles, and carried me back to the bedroom where my 1st day tortures begun. I was not gagged or blindfolded because she wanted to hear me talk. She asked me a lot of difficult questions about relationships, and if she did not like my answer, I was spanked on my buttocks which hurt like hell because in the end, I clearly had red bruises on them.
Third, after recovering for about a week to cure those bruises, I was once again untied. She told me to sit at the chair in the left hand corner of the room. When I did as I was told, she wrapped duct tape around my chest, making sure to get my arms and legs as well. Then, she turned the chair until I became dizzy and it nearly caused me to throw up, but it did not happen. However, I did have a severe headache, and it led to me getting a rest from the ordeal. After untying me to let me go to the bathroom, I was led downstairs to her basement and I saw a new instrument in the basement, a new set of stocks, and I was like, oh shit!
To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.