Tinas 99% Real Pain and Pleasure Study, Part2

I’ve been slow to work on the follow up to Part 1 of this experiment.  If I’m being completely honest, that’s partially because (spoiler alert!) the results weren’t earth shattering.  So, before y’all read any further, I thought it best to set expectations at the appropriate level.  But hey, I guess this is just stage one, after all.  K?  K.

Back to where we left off.  As you recall, I am suspended from my wait, chest and thigh suspension straps.  I’m also tethered out from my knees and my collar.  Finally, I’m tethered down to heavy weights at my thighs, collar and around my torso.  I’m frog tied.  My elbows are squeezed all the way together so that they’re touching (Hooray!!).  My wrists are tightly bound and tethered to each thigh.  And by way of torment, I’m in sensory deprivation with ears plugged, eyes blindfolded and a huge, terrible tennis ball gag in my mouth.  I have weighted nipple clamps.  I have a comically large dildo from my bachelorette party inserted and the largest of my butt plug starter kit butt plugs inserted as well.  Plus, the wand is secured to my vagina with an ouch-tight crotch rope, humming away on the low setting.

Like I mentioned before, I was wincing and moaning as I was getting set up.  I don’t really use a lot of penetration in my self-bondage sessions.  Don’t need it!  Lol.  So being penetrated at all is unfamiliar.  Being spread open by my widest toys feels like straight-up violation.  Every time I so much as took a breath, I could feel hard rubber pressing outward against my inner walls.  But did all of this awkwardness amount to a meaningful amount of pain?  Unfortunately, it did not.  It sucked.  Lol.  I didn’t like it.  But I’d have to say that these “enhancements” were more of a distraction from the subtle pleasure vibrations of the wand than anything.  I don’t have much more to say about them except I probably won’t be using them if/when I try something else.

On the other hand, the gag hurt!  It wasn’t excruciating.  It created sort of a low-grade headache.  The tendons and muscles around my jawbone were simply pushed outside of their comfortable range of motion.  And throughout the hour-long ordeal, my mind was almost constantly fixating some percentage of its attention on the throbbing discomfort that it caused.  Let me tell you, if you ever want to kidnap and torture me, stick a tennis ball in my mouth.  It was torture.  Didn’t like it.  But I’ll definitely use it again!  Still, this seemed to be the wrong kind of pain.  A consistent, throbbing pain just didn’t seem to do anything to amplify the pleasure messages my clit was broadcasting to my brain.  Again, I just think it was a distraction.

Oh yeah, speaking of discomfort, I also decided not to support my head with any tethers.  I wasn’t using the harness gag with the nice, simply D ring on top.  So rather than come up with a makeshift tether anchor, I decided I’d just add to my predicament by either making me hold my own head up, or force me to let my head dangle, which pull against the collar tether that was anchored straight out in front of me.  In hindsight, if I hadn’t been able to support the weight of my head, I guess this could have created a hazard.  Not really a choking hazard because the pressure was more on the back of my neck that the front of my neck.  But a few times that I rested my head on the tether line, I noticed pressure on the sides of my neck as well.  That could have inhibited blood flow.  It didn’t.  But still, that’s not something I’d do exactly the same way again.  Also, as with the other toys, it just didn’t “work” to any noticeable degree.

All of these let downs aside, understand that a low setting on the wand is still a super comfy massage on my super sensitive parts.  I was panting and edging all this time.  If I could have reached my crotch rope with my hands, I’d have totally been able to push myself into orgasm after orgasm.  Also, there was generally an increased sense of “peril” in this suspension session.  Not as much as there was before I’d gotten comfortable with the design of this position.  But still, the increased peril from the “new” elements had my fairly excited.  I found myself wishing that I wasn’t tethered down quite so tightly because I’d have like to have struggled more.  Struggling always gets my little submissive motor running hotter.  Being almost completely immobilized, as I was, is super cool when the wand is turned up.  But on low, I was missing something.

So, I went on, feeling mildly frustrated, occasionally cresting a little wave of pleasure but never quite breaking through to a true climax.  I had kind of given up on this particular experiment producing anything useful to build on and tried to console myself that I now knew certain things to avoid that didn’t work.  I decided to spend the remaining time to explore the hanging suspension a bit more, as this was still a newer rigging job for me.  Might as well test it.  Look for any weaknesses.  That sort of thing.

I knew I was stretched out in my 3-point spread eagle.  So, I couldn’t flex my body much.  And I knew that my strength was limited by having some of my strongest muscles in my legs locked down in a frog tie.  My stomach and my ass were the largest muscles available to me and I still had a little “wiggle room” with my core.  So, I started alternating between flexing my core and my glutes.  If nothing else, I’d get some “toning” work done.  And actually, I succeeded in finding a particular rhythm that produced a bit of back-and-forth rocking.  I believe that the lack of a harness gag tether produced just a bit more slack which allowed me to get a slight swing started.

Now, this back-and-forth swing was an important development.  Because that caused the weight tethered to my nipple clamps to ALSO swing.  And that swing created just a tiny, sharp pinch when the weights reached the low point of their pendulum movement.  The first time I caught the pinch, I winced and had to stop myself from peeing.  It was pretty sharp.  And I THOUGHT I felt a spike in the pleasure message my clit was transmitting.  THIS needed to be explored some more.

I went back to my core and glute workout with added vigor.  I once again found the correct rhythm and was soon rocking front to back again.  I probably only created four or five inches of swinging, but that was enough to get the weights rocking.  And things were about to get more interesting.  The clamp on my left breast had started to slide.

“YYyouuughheeewww,” I released a shrill squeal from behind the tennis ball.  The clamp had slid off of my tit completely and was now pinched tightly just on the nipple.  I gasped great big breaths threw my nostrils.  I felt tremors.  They were growing.  They were growing out of proportion for the low setting on the wand.  I went at it harder.

“Fuuuckkkkk that hurts!”  My headache from my sore jaw was not registering anymore.  God!  It felt like someone was trying to twist my nipple off.  I was suddenly aware that I was sopping wet.  I was throbbing for more stimulation.  I strained my arms to try to reach the crotch rope, but my fingers were not even close.  I was still maintaining my rocking, but the fucking annoying dildo and plug distracted my attention just enough to cause me to lose my momentum.

And then, as suddenly as it started, punctuated with the sharpest of pains, the left nipple clamp slid the rest of the way off and fell onto the deflated mat beneath me.  My body froze.  I dug my nails into my palms for clenching my fists so tightly.  That was the WORST.  But I wasn’t edging anymore.  I was now riding the wave.  I moaned into the tennis ball.  “My god, finally.”  This climax felt complex.  I don’t know how to describe its richness.  It wasn’t the most intense.  And it was torturously brief.  But it filled me up.  I felt the warmth of it throughout my stomach.  I felt pins and needles running up and down my arms and legs.  I felt extasy filling up my head.  I felt like I was floating, not from the suspension straps but now just through the air.

And then it was over.  There must have been a few moments of time that I’d lost because I had swung to a stop without realizing it.  I let my tired head dangle for a moment and breathed in short, hard “gasps,” through my nostrils and around the tennis ball as much as possible.  It took a minute, but I was recovered and back to my slightly discomfortable, slightly bored, equilibrium.  *sigh*

When the mats reinflated, I couldn’t get myself out of the bondage quickly enough.  And I was VERY happy to be rid of the toys.  I gave both of my beleaguered nipples some gentle attention.  Sorry guys.  Lol.

What I am taking from stage 1 of my exploration is that pain CAN amplify pleasure.  I guess I never doubted that.  There are too many people I know who swear by that fact.  However, for me at least, it needs to be sharper pain.  Like the pain from being whipped.  Or caned.  Or from hot wax maybe.  All of which are difficult sensations for one to generate on themselves when they’re tied up and helpless.  And I don’t think I could talk Lou or Sarah into whipping me.  So, I’m really not sure where to go from here.  I can’t say for sure if there’ll be a part 3.  But if anyone has some suggestions, please leave them in the comments or shoot me a message!!