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Cast: Ariel Anderssen
Genres: ballgag, barefoot, bastinado, satin, humiliation, slave training, corporal punishment, foot torture, whipping, gag
Video language: English

It was horrific to enter the dungeon one more time. For a start it was absolutely freezing, I was naked one more time, and some stocks had been placed in a spotlight. What were they for? With my last visit down here still a newest and painful memory, I stared desperately around, trying to obtain some clue of what was likely to happen to me next. I couldn’t see the cane, and I hoped and hoped that he wouldn’t use that again….

It didn’t surprise me when he led me to the stocks, but when he put my ankles into them I was baffled and horrified. What was he planning? Surely he wasn’t going to hurt my feet? With the soles turned upward, they presented an un-guarded target, but surely not? Maybe being placed in the stocks was a punishment in itself. It was certainly painful, the floor was icy, and the wooden restraints bit into my ankles. Looking up, I realised he was holding another huge ball-gag. I put up a fight this time – I hated gags – but he yanked my hair back and made it in anyway, buckling it tight behind my head. My mouth was stretched wide and the video camera zoomed in, no doubt capturing my reaction as I struggled to adapt to the pain in my jaw, and the abusing of being unable to look anything but startled and slave-like.

The demeaning position was certainly punishment enough, but when he selected a sturdy looking riding crop and I realised that in reality he did intend to use it on the bare soles of my feet, I panicked and scrabbled to protect them with my hands. I shouldn’t have bothered, he attached my wrists to the wall in front of me and I was left completely unprotected, and beginning to get in reality afraid of what was coming. The first couple of strokes were deeply unpleasant, but not agonising. Alas, he seemed to notice this, and perhaps disappointed by my response he unclipped the vile tie from his belt again and applied it to my feet. This was true agony, of a kind I’d never experienced, and hope to never experience once more. If I’d suspected him of sadism before, I was now quite convinced of it. He applied the tie up once more and one more time, until I was weeping desperately into the gag and, despite all my resolutions, was pleading for him to stop. Eventually he did stop (though I suspected he’d been deaf to my pleas) and left me shivering on the floor, trying to deal with the on fire pain that didn’t seem to fade… then just as I’d allowed myself hope that it was over, he started again. This time it was so bad that I found myself struggling in the stocks, trying to escape, or even move my feet so the tie up wouldn’t keep landing on the same, sensitive part of my instep. Nothing worked. He continued, just as accurately, just as hard. My mind started to wander as it struggled to cope with more pain than I’d ever expected to experience, and I found myself being whipped over again, for forgetting I’d been supposed to keep my toes pointed. Now I was eager to please him (although this knowledge alone added to my shame), all I could think of was making it stop, which finally it did – leaving me kneeling, limp, in my bonds.

He left me for probably 5 minutes and then released me from the stocks, which terrified me anew that being so now I suspected he was capable of hurting me again, far beyond my ability to cope. He didn’t actually; he merely clipped the hated lead back onto my collar and prepared to lead me back upstairs. The giant gag still in my mouth, denuded, and with my feet still burning from the tie, I wished for it to be over. I couldn’t please him, wouldn’t even try because trying and failing was more humiliating even than being straped up and hurt. I would not convert myself into his slave, I’d resist his attempts to ‘train’ me. Though even as I resolved to be brave, a small voice in my head whispered that perhaps, on this occasion, I’d do better to be resigned to my fate…

Format: mp4
Duration: 25:18
Video: 768×576, AVC (H.264), 1964kbps
Audio: 93kbps


File size: 398.5 MB

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