Getting Started---Conclusion

Postby stringsattached » Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:26 pm

I hope you are all enjoying my story as much as I am enjoying sharing it with you.

I left off at the point I was staked out on the home made torture table waiting for the rawhide laces around my toes to dry aided by the glow of a heat lamp. After a while I could actually feel the laces start to stiffen and my toes begin to stretch ever so slightly. There was no actual pain but I did notice that after while I could no longer wiggle my toes. The Warmth from the lamp actually felt good at first, then after while began to get hot and sting without really burning. After several minuets my tormentors returned. Shelly turned off the lamp and pulled the stand back out of the way. I could feel her fingers on my hot soles; ‘ nice’ just a little toasty. I think she ‘DONE’ they all laughed.
Hmmm---filet of sole’ Liz chuckled. I didn’t notice the cup in her hand until I felt something that felt like cutting! OUCH!!!----NO! Not cutting but COLD!!! It was the sharp edge if a single ice cube cutting it’s way into the bottom of my roasted feet, up one sole and then the other from heel to toe. I screamed through my gag and gasped! They were really torturing me! Strange thing was I felt really excited in a way. It was cold. It maybe hurt a little but it was still exciting, I was liking this?
I don’t know how long that went on before somebody called a time out. It took a moment for it to register but at some point I realized that my feet were no longer being tortured, then I stopped screaming. I was trembling in spite of being so firmly tied. I was gasping for air and my eyes were full of tears. Someone, I am not sure who wiped my face with a damp cloth. I was left tied but my gag was removed. I was given some more vitamin water through a straw. It was then I noticed Liz inspecting my feet. You are OK kid not even a scratch. Kim checked my wrists to see that the ropes did not cut me. The padding of tape had done its job I was fine. She pinched the tips of my fingers. Can you feel that? YES! I yelled. That hurt. OK, no circulation problems, her breathing sounds normal too.
That’s when Shelly chimed in. Good that means she can stand more torture! She announced with an evil sound to her voice. Then Liz spoke up. Fine now that we know you can handle it we are goanna let loose a little. Let loose? What the h**l is that supposed to mean?
It was then Liz placed a sleep mask over my eyes. Duct tape was used to make sure no light slipped in. I was re-gagged this time with a balled up cloth of some kind and several strips of tape. From that point on I have no idea who was doing what I just know what was done to me. First I was tickle tortured on my stomach and underarms. Then a bristle brush was used on my feet, which were already sore from the previous tortures. Tape was placed on my legs sides and across my stomach and then sadistically ripped off.
They took turns heating my feet with the lamp, and then tickling them, torturing them with ice then spanking them with a ruler. Plastic bags of ice were taped to different parts of my body (let’s leave it at that) and left to slowly melt while my tormentors scratched scraped and tickled me until I was exhausted. Except for a few breaks this went on all afternoon. When it was over I was tired but very excited about my day of torture. That was the beginning of many days of fun.

Hoped you all enjoyed.

Postby CHillDice » Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:25 pm

GREAT story. Loved every word, very nice *said in bad Borat accent*