Recently, Miss Molly has been feeling more sadistic and in the mood to break some of Her subs. Luckily for me, when I went to visit last week, She was only starting to feel what we both call "Malicious Molly."
She has a new torture toy, a bondage spreader, with a wheel that increases the distance between your legs with each turn. I'm not an athlete, or a professional dancer, or anything that would require me to have an abundance of flexibility in my legs. So, it didn't take long until I started to feel the tightness as my muscles, ligaments and tendons started stretching. Then for good measure, She turned it a half turn more.
My hands were tied behind my back, my legs bound to the spreader, my eyes shielded with a blindfold. She said very softly that it was too hot for Her to be in the play space, so She left me there to think.
There I was, naked and vulnerable, tied up and legs spread apart. I started to drift until I was lost in my own thoughts. How long will I be down here? How long can I stay like this? What's going to happen next?
When you're in bondage, it's at this point (probably 5 minutes in) that your mind starts to notice things. My feet are hanging off the end and that's a little uncomfortable. She tied my hands but not too tight, and I don't want them to come loose (and be punished) if I fidget. So I tense up. I move my legs slightly to try and ease the burn from being stretched. The blindfold isn't completely blocking my view. I can partially see down, which starts the cycle in my head all over again.
After what seems like 30 minutes (but in reality is only 10-15 minutes), she comes back down to check on me. I can hear her sitting on the edge of the bed. She asks me to explain my last post. I hesitate, stumble over a few words, and then give a muddled answer. This is something that I need to work on. I can type out paragraphs of ideas, but many times when I'm in front of my Mistress during a scene, I have trouble finding words to express. I'm sure She'll find a way to get the words out of me.
Next, She runs the nails that she had me pay for over my body. Of course, I'm jumpy because I can't see what's coming coming. It's a little tease, but also a reminder that I'm hers to torment and torture in whatever ways she deems appropriate. She doesn't need a physical collar to show her dominance. She has collared my mind and also my wallet.
Then it was time for some torture. A Wartenberg wheel and clothespins on my balls for good measure. Normally, I'm not a fan of the Wartenberg wheel, but it strangely took my mind off the burn in my legs, which were now starting to shake. The clothespins hurt coming off, and I was afraid she was going to pull them off zipper style, but I escaped that fate...for now.
Finally, she started to slowly turn the wheel until my legs were straight again.
And thus ended my bending/stretching session. No screaming, no tears, no begging for mercy. That day will come I'm sure. Miss Molly has already foreshadowed some things that will happen the next time around, but you never know with her mercurial mood.
She decided to bend me but not break me.
The day will come when I will break, and I'm not sure how I'll feel, but I know that Miss Molly will be there to put me back together. And when it happens, I'll be better and stronger for Her.