Hey Y’all. There’s a little background I need to lay out, and I’m going to get to that. But first, I want to cut to the chase and tell you what this little story is going to be about. At certain times of day, on certain days of the week, I’ve been getting a taste of “pet” training from a super awesome Domme. And be advised, she’s not just “awesome.” She’s SUPER awesome. K? K!
So as the title to this story implies, I messed up and got myself punished. You might find this freaking impossible to believe, but I’m not the best at following directions. Sometimes I get a bit excited and distracted. Sometimes, I EVEN forget my place and get mouthy. True story.
Without going into all of the details, I’m embarrassed to report that I was “legit,” rude. Like, I didn’t adhere to certain reasonable communication norms that one would expect from a regular “vanilla” friendship, much less between a part-time pet and Domme. So, yeah, I screwed up a little, I was sorry, but I needed to be taught a lesson. Now I’m here to describe how that lesson was taught. Enjoy.
I actually don’t know if I’m supposed to be using her name in something I’m publishing, so for right now, I’ll refer to this super awesome Domme as “D”, for Domme. Hey, I burned up most of my creativity in the interview. Cut me a tiny bit of slack people. Lol.
D directed me to set myself up on the air mat in a kind of kneeling strapedo position where my ass was going to be up in the air and an easy target for the totally brilliant, oscillating ass spanking machine that I recently devised. What? You didn’t know I had one of these? Well, I do. Basically, I took an oscillating table fan, I removed the fan blades, I cut down about half of the coils on the fan motor to slow it down, and I came up with three different “swatting” attachments to replace the fan blades. I have a cloth one that mostly just tickles. I have a flexible plastic one that gets a little painful over time. And I also have one made of a thin leather cord that kind of smarts. I imagine the leather would leave bruises with a long application. The fan goes at about 1 rotation per second and oscillates back and forth in a range that I can preset. I also have a tripod mount so I can adjust the height and even switch it from a flat of sideways orientation so the spanking can be vertical or horizonal, depending on what’s best for the body part and bondage position. I told you it was brilliant, didn’t I!
The other major part of my punishment was my tens unit. Remember how much I hate my tens unit. It’s an electro shock torture device that stimulates muscle contractions by sending pulsating charges through soft tissue. It tickles at a 1 or 2 setting. It feels kind of awkward at a 3 or a 4. A 5 or a 6 are flat out uncomfortable when applied to longer muscle groups that aren’t broken up with joints or that intersect bone. But this punishment, I was running at a 5. And the electrode pads were applied as follows, one on my right boob, two on my stomach and one on my vagina. I figured that last one was going to be the “problem,” but I was mistaken. Turns out it was the two on my stomach that “safe worded” me. But I’ll get to that.
The bondage position was pretty straight forward. I had my ankles each tethered to one of the mat handles behind me. I had my knees spread with about a 2-foot spreader bar (really just a 2X4 with some O rings screwed into the sides of it). I had a crotch rope that I used a LONG tether to attach to a chin up bar in the ceiling. This way my booty would stay in the say place throughout the punishment. My wrists were connected with a set up leather cuffs. I had another long tether line from the wrist cuffs up over the chin up bar and down to the ring on the top of my harness gag. And then the big dominating part was that my collar had a tether running from the front ring down to a O-ring in the middle of the spreader bar (2X4) and out to the two handles on the mat in front of my position. So, when the mat turned on, the handles behind me would extend backwards and hold my feet out the same width as the spreader bar was holding my knees. The handles in front of me would extend out and pull my head down to the spreader bar by the collar. This would in turn pull the tether from the top of my harness gag to my wrist cuffs, lifting my arms up high to complete the strapedo. I came up with this mostly on the fly. I amaze myself sometimes! LOL. (The picture isn’t me and not exactly what I did, but the Damsel’s body position is really close to mine, just tied there differently.)
A few more details before I get into the experience. I had ear plugs. I had my phone propped up at a distance set to the camera app, zoomed in on my face. I has my big TV in front of my set to the feed from my phone, so I was stuck looking at my face throughout the punishment.
The fan and the mat were both plugged into the same remote control power outlet. So as soon as D turned on the bondage, the fan would also be turned on. And it would remain on, spanking me, the entire time. The tens unit was plugged into the other outlet. D would turn that off and on in whatever program she decided to use.
And the last little detail was the counting. D directed me to count all of the spankings that I received. I’m an accountant but I rely on a spreadsheet for most of my math. But at 1 spank per second, that works out to 60 per minute, or 600 every 10 minutes. I did not know how long the punishment would last, and D had me cover the clock on my tablet so I couldn’t see, but she said it would be some length of greater than an hour. I did have my tablet in front of me and I was wearing my stylus gag. My safe word was pre-typed into the chat field, so if things got to be too much, I could hit enter and send the safe word. But D directed me to put the tablet far enough away that it would be a stretch for me to reach it. She has so many wonderful ideas to make things more interesting!!!
Alright. The power turned on. Right away I’m getting that thwacking strike across my ass cheeks. I let my feet slide out and my head be pulled down without resistance. I had earned this, after all. Within a minute, the mat had inflated and I was helplessly restrained. I actually had a good amount of struggling available to me. I could shift and wiggle my shoulders. I could arch my back or crunch my stomach. I could shift my weight back and forth to either kneeling leg. Doing that, I was able to adjust exactly where the spanking machine struck me to avoid it continuously hitting the same spot over and over. But I only had a few inches of variance at the most. The tethered crotch rope prevented most of my potential shifting.
My arms probably looked pretty painful being cranked way up behind me, but I have crazy flexible shoulders from years of gymnastics. They were completely and thoroughly restrained, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. And my knees weren’t hurting even though they were carrying most of my body weight thanks to the forgiving air mat I was tied down to. My neck, on the other hand, had a good deal of pressure on the back of it from being pulled all the way down to the spreader bar. It wouldn’t have been bad if I could have just rested there. But once the tens unit turns on, and my muscle contractions started, there was no resting.
And then it hit. I say “hit” intentionally because it’s more like an impact than shock. You don’t feel electricity. You feel your muscles contract like you’ve been punched. My nervous expression flipped right to “stunned.” And I was forced to look at nothing but my expressing by the combined dominating forces of my collar and the harness gag. And then it was off again. Not too long. Not too bad. But I forgot to count the spankings. Shit! What was that? Maybe 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. My ass was getting warm. I watched myself wince a little. I shifted to the other leg. What number am I on?
Bang! My head was cranked back because my stomach tightened up so rapidly and pulled my torso down flatter onto the mat. I was getting a little nervous as the clenching continued. It was a very warm week and I probably wasn’t as hydrated as I should have been. Shit, keep counting. 120-something.
The pad on my vagina was making me clench there too. The sensation was like powerful pins and needles rumbling over and over. It wasn’t a massage, by any means. It wasn’t a sharp painful sensation either. But it was uniquely uncomfortable. I could see sweat forming on my brow. It was taking a lot of effort to remain stable on the mat tied like this. Without using my strength for balance I’d be supported by the crotch rope which would really start to hurt.
I think that was 250 something. Fuck it’s hard to focus like this. And my ass is really getting warm now. Hey, the tens unit turned off. When did that happen? There’s a lot going on and my little submissive brain is having a bit of a time keeping up….
Oh Shit! That one was bad. My abs were balling up in a knot. It wasn’t just a contraction. This was the beginning of a cramp. The only way to fix a cramp is to stretch your stomach which mean arching your back by lifting your chest up high, and my chest is DECIDEDLY being held down. I was twisting my face down into the mat and clenching my eyes shut tight until I remembered I needed to look at myself. So, then I left my head and opened my eyes and was surprised to see them full of water.
God damnit I stopped counting. The now stinging strikes of the fan reminded me to count. No idea where I am now. Maybe 700 or something? I looked at myself closely. I was unable to control my writhing body. My bondage, on the other hand, WAS able to contain it. I was being driven and contorted by a small metal box hooked up to my body and controlled by bits of rope and leather. This was humiliating. 715. 716. 717. I cried into my gag now out of frustration and looked at the tablet. Fuck you safe word. I’m not quitting.
The tens was turned off again. I wanted to go limp, but I was so tired from supporting myself or sore from my devices that everything simply stayed sore. I couldn’t move. I could barely count. 1011. 1012. I could feel though. Ouch, that fucking fan. Why’d I even make that thing?
Bang! I was doubled over so hard now. I was getting desperate to relax my stomach and prevent a cramp. A stomach cramp now would be excruciating. I was red faced and breathing like I’d run a 5K. No denying that I was crying now too. I shouldn’t have been rude to D. 1350. 1351. 1352.
Before I knew it I was on a break again from the tens. But the breaks were getting shorter, and the contractions were being imposed for longer times. I didn’t know how long I’d been going. Maybe an hour?
It hit me again and this time I tried to pull out of my cuffs. It wasn’t intentional. It was a primal instinct from the full-onstomach cramp that felt like I was being ripped in two. It was a pain with no relief. No way to reduce it. I stared at the tablet. I bit down so hard on the ball of rubber in my mouth I’m surprised I didn’t bite through it. The cuffs, of course, held me in place. I had my hands in tight fists. It was all I had left. It was the last trick. I squeezed and squeezed and desperately tried to think of nothing but the sensory input of my fingers digging into my palms. My stomach seemed to be calming. I’d found just the right angle for my shoulders. I distributed my weight in the one place that somehow allowed those muscles to relax. 1500. 1501.
The tens went off and then I felt like I’d been shot. The sudden end of the contractions triggered muscle spasms and cramps. My back was trying to arch up but I was held down by the collar. The back of my neck drove hard against the leather which creaked slightly, I think. I couldn’t hear anything. My face was a grotesque image. My featured looked stretched. My eyes were twitching.
My hands flew open. I had nothing. Nothing but my safe word. God help me I had to use my safe word. I stretched down and forward, pushing my stylus gag forward with my lips as much as I could. I hit enter and watched salvation sent out into the ether. Moments later, the mat began deflating and the fan turned off. One more spank as the fan decelerated. No idea. 2000 maybe?
As the mat deflated, I lifted my chest as hard as I could. The spasms were still destroying me. They had me tighter than my ever-loosening bondage had me when it was in full force. D was asking if I was OK. I couldn’t get my hands out to respond. I just needed to keep arching and stop the spasms.
Finally, my range of motion was back at its regular capacity. I laid on my side, with the limp deflated mat wrapping around me, still tied to my legs. The 2X4 still held my knees apart. My hands still tied behind me in leather cuffs. Bound and ridiculous, all I could do was arch my back to stretch my stomach and wait for it to end.
“Are you ok pet? I’m always concerned when a safe word is used.”
There. Finally. It was over. I could move again. I found my cuff key and freed my hands so I could respond. “Yes Ma’am. I’m ok.”
I received some much-needed virtual aftercare and more importantly, I absorbed a well-deserved lesson. I haven’t had a punishment in a long while, and I hope not to have another for at least as long.
By way of a wrap-up, let me just say that this was a great experience. You might not think so from the write up. Lol. But I promise, this was a super exploration of my submissiveness that I haven’t had a lot of opportunities to experience. And D was harsh, but not remotely cruel. And she was with me, rooting for me, helping me become a better sub the whole time. I hope you all enjoyed the read.
Love y’all! Tina.